Lora’s mind was swirling.  She wasn’t even sure if her body would remember what to do, especially being guided by her brain, which was muddled by anxiety.  She wondered what spirit had invaded her, moving her limbs for her, guiding her lips and her tongue.  But whatever it was, it knew what it was doing. And so did he. She gave herself up to it.  It was a little late to pull out of it now.  What would they talk about?  How would they manage to be cooped up in this space drenched in sexual tension.  No…it was best to just go with the flow, something at which Lora was…

“Well, that’s the last file, closed up and put away for the night, Sir. Is there anything else I can do for you before I head home?” She spoke with an air of professionalism, tinged with familiarity. “No, Lora, that’ll be all. See you in the morning. The Smiths tend to be early, so I’ll need you here a bit before the usual time, just to make sure the conference room is ready. This is a big case…we don’t want to blow it.” She smiled at him, nodded, and assured him everything would be taken care of as expected. He had nothing to worry about. She gathered her things and…