“It’s Friiiday.” Michael didn’t know how Jess did it, thread the needle between making normal sentences sound like celebrations and threats. He typed away at yet another email as he heard her pad into the room, the words lingering on her tongue as she clapped her hands down on his shoulders.
“Yes, it is. And *I’m* still working.” He tried to make the concept sound serious, an effort he knew to be futile. Jess leaned down and nibbled his earlobe, long hair trickling down his face onto his chest as she giggled.
“But *I’m* not, and that means that you have to entertain me.” Jess felt the goosebumps on the back of his neck under her fingers, leaving her head on his shoulder as he tried to keep writing.
“Entertain you? Or punish you?” Another giggle from next to his head, that lyrical sound tinged with savagery that had drawn him across the bar towards her on their first meeting.
“I’m not sure you could *manage* punishment, you’ve been off your game for so long.” She pressed the button with barely contained glee, feeling that predictable tension grip his shoulders. That may have been a statement easily disproven with a recording of events that had happened only a few nights before, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t work.