She does

"Mister Doe, Shakira has returned," you hear your receptionist tell you a few days after Shakira last left your office, ushering her in and telling her to sit down as you stare at her body in the tight leather skirt and tight black shirt she is wearing.

"Shaki, thanks for coming back. I assume you have brought me back a signed contract?" you ask her as she places it in on your desk and sits back down.

"I'm all yours. Figuratively speaking of course," she replied, both of you laughing at the way she made it sound as you take the signed contract and add it to your growing list of client papers.

"I did like the sound of that Shaki," you tell her as you steal another glance at her legs, and then steal one at her tits after she takes off her denim jacket and makes herself a little more comfortable.

"I'm sure you did, but you also know what I meant," she teases you as you start to close up shop for the day, wondering if you should take the chance to see if she'd like to continue this.

"That's too bad Shaki. Cause I was hoping you wouldn't mind it too much if we went and got some drinks together," you tell her, her willingness to accept letting you believe there is more going on with you two than she is letting on.

And by the end of the night, you were hoping to see just how far she was willing to go with you.