No

Tempting as Meghan is, bent over your desk, offering herself to you, you have deeper plans. You pull her dress down over her ass, hearing her mewl quietly in disappointment.

"Have I displeased you, Sir?" she asks rocking her ass towards you, not rising from the desk. She stares back at you hungrily, desperately.

You look back at her coldly. "You haven't earned it, wench."

She bites her lip and stifles a sob before running out of your office her head down, wiping tears from her eyes.