I released a low, sharp growl of frustration at her sudden movement. The sound made the head accountant freeze instantly. Jennifer, whom I had begun to think of as "Auntie Jennifer" due to her slightly older, maternal appearance in the office, looked up at me with wide, bewildered eyes. Her hands, however, didn't stop. They were trembling, cold and clammy, as they reached for the belt of my charcoal slacks.
To my surprise, she was efficient. Before I could process a refusal, she had unfastened my trousers. Her fingers brushed against the heat radiating from my skin, and she gasped softly.
Logically, I knew I should stop this. We were in the middle of a high-stakes negotiation regarding the systematic embezzlement of Longroad Logistics. We were discussing a million-dollar fraud, a crime t
