Walking over to the front door, I lock it and flip the sign over to say ‘closed.’ Then I calmly take the sandwiches out of the bag, remove the plastic wrap, and place them on the plates all nice and neat.

“There you are, pretty lady,” I say when she walks back into the room. “I assume the ‘all veggie, no meat sandwich’ is for you?”

She smiles at me. I want her to mean it and instead I feel sick inside.

“How did you guess?” she asks. “But only if you don’t want it.”

“No, I definitely don’t want it, sweetheart.”

I place my hands on both sides of her waist and lift her up to sit her on the edge of my desk. Sliding my hands up her thighs, I drag the dress up with them.

“You know what I really want?” I say, speaking loud and clear so that whoever might be listening in on the bug can hear everything. “I want you. Here. Right now. Spread wide on my desk so I can eat your pussy nice and slow. You would like that too, wouldn’t you, Lila? My tongue deep in your pussy.” I lean down slightly to make sure my voice is picked up by the bug. “Just like we did last night.”

I hook my fingers underneath the edge of her lacy white panties and start pulling them down.

“Sam! What the hell are you doing?” she says. She pushes my hands away and tries to shove me backwards.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want it, Lila. You were begging for me last night.”

She stares at me in shock.

“What are you talking about? Nothing happened. You were drunk!”

“So were you,” I argue back. “We both were wasted after drinking hooch all night.”

“No, I wasn’t, you idiot.”

“That’s not the way I remember it. If we didn’t fuck last night, then how did I end up naked in your bed this morning? Are you going to tell me I imagined that too?”

Lila’s eyes are getting bigger by the second.

“You’re insane, and I don’t understand where this is all coming from. I came by to bring you lunch. Then you start talking dirty and...this is getting way too weird for me.”

She looks up at me with a hurt, puzzled look.

Damn! Now why is she looking at me like that?

She’s the one screwing me over, not the other way around.

This is so fucked up.

She suddenly slides off the desk and stands up. “This is a mistake,” she says, straightening her dress. “I need to go.”

Of course she needs to go. She can’t have her fellow ATF agents hear her being screwed over a desk.

“What’s the hurry?” I call after her as she walks toward the door. “We were just getting started.”