Shit, how did Lucy have her coffee? Kelly racked her brain and came up blank. Had they even discussed that?

Reminding herself Lucy was there on business, and Kelly had a job to do, she bounded up the stairs. The door was ajar, so Kelly didn’t bother knocking.

The sight that greeted her was incredibly inappropriate yet oh so right.

A delicious throb pulsed between Kelly’s legs as she savoured the sight filling her vision.

Lucy was on all fours, head under the desk, backside in the air, mumbling under her breath.

Urges Kelly had tried to suppress bubbled to the surface. Images of grabbing the ruler off the desk and cracking it across Lucy’s backside flooded her mind, closely followed by Kelly dropping to her knees and caressing the tender globes.

“Gotcha,” Lucy declared triumphantly.

Not wanting to be caught ogling, Kelly backed up, straight into the doorjamb. The sharp edge bit into her shoulder and the door let out an almighty creak.

Busted.

“Damn,” Kelly cursed under her breath.

Still on all fours, Lucy glanced over her shoulder. When her gaze landed on Kelly she smiled, backed up, and slowly climbed to her feet.

“Pen.” She held it between them as if to explain why she’d been crawling around on the floor.

Relieved Lucy hadn’t called her out for staring at her backside, Kelly pointed to the desk. “There are spares in the drawer, you know?”

A wry smile spread across Lucy’s face. “I figured there might be. But, Kelly, I try not to make a habit of putting my hand into someone’s drawers without their permission.”

Fuck, fuck, fuckitty, fuck.

Another comment that could have an underlying message, or be totally innocent.

The twinkle in Lucy’s sparkling green eyes suggested the former. If they kept up this dance, Kelly would be a nervous wreck long before her shift was over.

Taking a huge gamble, Kelly put Lucy on the spot.

“If there’s something on your mind, Lucy, just come out with it.”

“Okay.” Lucy straightened some papers, banging them on the desk. “I have what I need from the employee files so you can lock those.”

Just like that, they were back to business. Kelly didn’t know whether to laugh or scowl. She did neither. If that was how Lucy wanted to play it, Kelly would do the same. She locked the filing cabinet then turned back to Lucy.

“How do you have your coffee?”

“Two and moo, thanks.”

The woman was irresistible. A single comment and Kelly went from brooding to laughing.

“Milk and sugar, or soy and sweetener?”

“I like the real deal.” Lucy gave Kelly a pointed look.

“Me too,” Kelly replied, trying not to read more into the words than intended.

The rest of the day went by like clockwork. Jennifer came in for a few hours in the afternoon, which meant Kelly had no good reason to return upstairs.