“and then John said if the sales opps team couldn’t solve the problem for themselves he’d assign Kevin to take over the whole team. It was a shit show.” Her full, painted red lips stop moving and her head cocks to one side. She’s waiting for a response from you, but you’ve drifted away again staring at that perfect peek of cleavage at the top of her blouse. You meet her eyes quickly and she blushes scarlett. She knows where you’ve been looking.
But does she know that you’ve been wondering what they must feel like? How those small buds that poke through her blouse on days when she doesn’t wear a bra must harden between his finger and thumb were he to grasp them. The fullness of them, the softness…
You clear your throat.
“No shit,” you manage.
Manicured fingers linger too long as she slaps your arm playfully and she’s laughing, “You’re not even listening to me! Anyway, my lunch is over. Back to the Dungeon.”