“Where are we going?” he asked as they made their way along the dusty corridor. “I am going to my office,” she said. He almost tripped over his feet, for entering Beth Pickering’s office was even more a titillating prospect than being invited into another woman’s bedroom. When she stopped at a door and began rummaging through her satchel for the key, it was all he could do to not lean seductively against the wall, smile, and call her beautiful out of sheer habit.
