He frowns at me, not hiding his displeasure at my distance.

"Did you really have to pick the one place in this room that I can't reach from my desk?" he asks, the edges of his lips curling down.

"Where would you like me to sit?" I reply.

The look he gives me in response tells me I shouldn't have asked him that. Not here. Not now.

He walks around his desk, turning his back on me, and for a brief moment, I get to enjoy the sight of his arse in his trousers. Licking ...