“How did you know I work here?” “Drew told me, over lunch this afternoon. So I thought I’d come by and…” My words trail off when she starts running her fingers through the back of my hair. She begins at the nape of my neck, then runs them up the entire curve of my head—over and over. I think there’s a purpose to this other than to turn me on, but at the moment I can’t tell what it would be.
