Emma stops her

"I'll be fine!" Emma says a little too sharply, once again holding up her hands to prevent her friend coming behind the counter. She takes a quick glance at the clock and spots it's now just after 11am. "I'll be locking up for lunch in just over a half hour. I'll pop home and change then."

Beth looks very dubious, her eyes constantly dating towards Emma's still clearly visible nipples. "Emma, I don't quite know how to say this, you're almost indecent in that top..."

Emma struggles to find words that will help her, but nothing comes out, her eyes again darting to the half naked man under the desk, who has at least managed to pull his jeans up, if not do them back up.

That's when you strike.