“I could see where that would make for a rough night,” Diane said.
“I just finished my drink and headed home,” said Michael. “I suppose I could have gone to another bar, but the whole scene had ruined my mood.”
They got back to work,reading and responding to emails as was their morning ritual. Michael was nearly finished when he felt Diane’s foot running up the back of his calf. He looked up, but she was staring at her monitor intently. He smiled and went back to work, watching her out of the corner of his eye, pleased to see her nipples poke out against the fabric of her blouse.