I can feel his eyes on my skin. What’s he thinking about as he watches me?
An unwelcome wave of excitement rushes through me as I imagine him up there, hard and watching me.
I feel like taking off my clothes and lying back on my desk and opening my legs to give him something to really look at. Can he hear what we’re saying? Is there audio on that thing?
“What happened?” Aaron whispers.
“I can’t talk now. There are cameras,” I murmur with my head down. “But we need to have some seriously strong drinks after work.”
“Jesus,” Molly whispers as she turns back to her computer.
“Stupid f*****g Ricardo,” Ava huffs. “He’s going to get us all fired. Why didn’t he get hauled into the damn office?”
“I know.” I open my email and stare at it for a moment as I try to calm myself down.
I know exac
