Then he drank her in, knowing he’d never have another chance to see her in such a free state. She was always dressed so professionally around him; he only ever saw her at work. He admired her makeup, the full red lips that were slightly opened as she stared back, the cat eye that made her look even more appetising than he thought possible. And her outfit.  Merlin, her outfit.  A tight, short black(wait, is it black? It looks more green. As green as his pants.  Ohmygod are they matching??) the heels that made her legs look endless, and all he could picture was his head between those thighs, the heels digging into his back and leaving marks he’d cherish forever. 