Invite Rosie to lunch`

You want to make sure Rosie is still calm and relaxed for the presentation, so you decide to swing by her desk and ask her to join you for lunch. As you approach her desk, you notice something unusual about her expression. She's leaning back in her chair with her eyes half-closed. Her lips are parted slightly, and her brow furrows and relaxes repeatedly as if she can't decide if she's falling asleep or concentrating very hard on something. You slow your approach, taking cautious and quiet steps so as not to disturb her. The bottom half of her is obscured from your view, but you can see her chest rising and falling with short, shallow breaths followed by a couple of deep breaths before the pattern repeats. She starts to make small gasping sounds that gradually increase in pitch and frequency. For a moment, her whole body tenses, then she gasps and tenses again, and then gasps and tenses one more time before she lets out a long, satisfied breath and sinks into her chair. Her eyes flutter open and she nearly jumps out of her skin when she sees you.

"Jesus, Dave! How long have you been standing there?" she exclaims as she lifts her hands to hide her face.

Thump! Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

The familiar-looking ice blue mini vibrator rolls out from under her desk and rumbles along the floor. You quickly pick it up and switch it off before trying to hand it back to her, holding it palm-down so no one else who might pass by can see what it is. The expression on her face goes from **** embarrassment to outrage as she snatches the still moist vibe from your hand and shoves it in her purse before turning away from you to collect herself. Only then do you realize just how wet the vibe was with her juices that are now all over your fingertips.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to ask you if you would like to join me for lunch. I'll leave you alone if you want," you say apologetically and turn to leave.

"Wait, Dave," she says before you take a second step. "I'm the one who should be sorry. You caught me in a private moment, and I overreacted. I would love to join you for lunch." Looking back at her face, you see the outrage is gone and replaced with a genuine smile. Relief washes over you as you smile back.

"Great! Grab your jacket. Let's go."

She grabs her purse, leaves her jacket, and quips, "I don't need it. The cold never bothered me anyway."