**new to the subreddit and new to writing fiction; trying to get better at sexting my lady. feedback on what worked and what didn’t please!**
He knocked with a sigh on the office door and adjusted his tool belt, tight with anticipation for his difficult client. This was the second time this week he’d arrived to a brusque note about the “unlivable conditions” in her office, as though the thermostat being a degree off was a matter for amnesty international and not just another first-world problem. A hurried “come in” filtered through the heavy door, and he pressed his thick hand into the cool metal handle.
Purposefully moving his large frame through the doorway, he scanned the room, his eyes barely sipping her behind the desk. Best not to grant his entitled charge the satisfaction of a long look. Unfortunately, as she stood, framed by the large window behind, her shape drew notice even from the abstractions of peripheral vision. The silhouette of her hips, waist, and chest spoke directly to an old, animal part of his brain, pulling his eyes onto her in spite of himself. God damn it. A crisp, pristine white shirt gave over to a thick charcoal wool pencil skirt at her waist, all expertly fit and likely coming at the cost of more he’d take home this week. All this for controlling the attentions of men, likely a favorite game of hers and likely worth every penny to look the part. Fuck that shit. Today we fix the fucking thermostat and get on with it, sans stroking of entitled egos.