Yes

You jump with joy on the inside as you follow Sandy to the Archives.

The archives were a rather secluded part of the office and it was what you'd expect it to be. Full of paper, binders and other archived documents. There was a circular desk in the center of the room one where the person would stand in the center of, with a copier which was the only reason anyone entered the archives if other copiers in the office were in use.

"So what has Bruce gotten us to do?" You ask as you peek over her shoulder to look at the sheet in her hand. In doing so, you realise that her shirt has the top two buttons off. When did she unbutton them? You were certain they weren't so when you saw her earlier. You could see a small view of her cleavage, as much as you would expect from a small crack in her shirt.

"Well... there's a lot of manual work-" she cut off as she turned to face you and realised what you were doing.

You shrunk back, expecting her to last out. However, her response caught you somewhat by surprise. "John... You may not need to work and you may even find this hilarious. I, however need to get this done with. So if you could either assist me, or stay away." She responded curtly.

Ah Sandy, always the workaholic. "Well, work comes and goes, but privacy and alone time? Now that's rare. We should make the most of it." you say softly as you move closer to her. The space where you were working was limited, and not exactly made in mind for two people. It was plenty spacious for a single person, but not two. You press against her, gently and not forcefully and whisper into her ear, "We could easily convince Bruce that the work he assigned us is way too much and while we did our best, it was difficult to complete in one go..."

Sandy turns around to face you and frowns. "No..." she says softly as she places a hand on your chest so as to push you back but does so gently, without actually pushing you. Briefly her fingers move around to feel your chest before she draws her hand back urgently, colour rising in her cheeks as she quickly turns around.

After a moment of **** silence, she begins, "I- uh, we.. we need to get going on those um.. tasks."

The events catch you by surprise. Outwardly she seemed to resist you, but it was a completely different story on the inside. This evoked a tinglign sensation in your groin as you felt turned on. You watch her from the back as she looks through sheets of paper, and your body aches for hers.