"Wait!" I said, my hand moving to his chest. I pushed him back into his seat—not hard, just a playful, firm shove that caught him off guard as he was barely finding his feet. He sank back into the leather with a look of amused surprise, his eyebrows arching.
"What are you doing, darling?" he asked, a predatory smirk playing on his lips.
I didn't answer with words. I set the bowl on a side table and casually moved his laptop to a nearby filing cabinet, clearing the center of the desk but leaving the two drives sitting on the blotter like forgotten coins. I turned back to him, my fingers finding the zipper at the back of my dress. The sound of it sliding down was deafening in the quiet room.
"I was thinking," I whispered, the fabric of the dress beginning to slide over my shoulders. "It's
