Michael reached into his shirt pocket and felt the wet fabric of Diane’s panties. He smiled and patted the pocket before he said, “oh I’ll keep them very safe.”
“Good,” Diane said, her eyes never leaving her monitor as she typed, “I want you think about lunch all day and all night.”
“There is not much chance that I’ll be thinking of anything else,” he said with a laugh. He turned to his computer and got to work responding to emails and meeting requests, but his thoughts were elsewhere and the constant teasing by Diane made it all but impossible to leave his desk.