Lie about it

"6 inches." After a moment's hesitation, Adam gives out a fake size that he hopes she'll believe, yet isn't going to get him laughed at.

The secretary only grins wider though, and shakes a finger at him reprovingly.

"Don't try to lie me. I saw you running out all hunched over yesterday... a 6 inch tent would have been noticeable."

Laughing as Adam flushes red, the secretary tugs at her neckline again, giving another glimpse of her cleavage.

"Just tell me," coaxing Adam a slight laugh in her voice, the secretary takes a guess, apparently purposefully going low. "2 inches?"

Adam instinctively protests with a firm "no", and continues on with guess of two and a half, then three. When Adam hesitates a few moments too long on "three and a half inches", the secretary points at him victoriously, letting out a snort of laughter.

"Don't even try to hide it! That's amazing!" Laughing openly now, she puts her hand to her neckline again. "I've just got to see it. Hey, you missed your chance to answer my question, but I'll still let you see my tits if you whip it out."