You change the topic

"Miss DuPlessis," You climb awkwardly to your feet putting some space between you and this charming tease. "I've made it a point not to discuss any women I've known with others. I've found it to be a good policy." You see a hint of something break through her mask for a fraction of a second, but before you can decide if it is approval, annoyance or just honest reflection, Gabrielle's mischievous grin returns and she straightens her back and brushes an imaginary fleck of dust from her knee.

"You are a gentleman, M'sieur 'awkfeather," her erect posture lifts her breasts, pressing them against the sheer silk of her blouse attractively. You turn away, searching for anything that will give you a moment of peace. The gift box that Gabrielle brought you is sitting on your desk and you pick it up pulling off the ribbon.

"Oh non, M'sieur!" Gabrielle suddenly notices what you are doing. "That's a surprise." But it is too late, the open box rests in your hands and staring up at you are two cupcakes, carefully sculpted to resemble a pert pair of creamy breasts each one topped with a dark-tipped nipples.

"Very nice, Miss DuPlessis," You tell the blushing girl, who has suddenly lost the confidence that characterized her interaction with you up to this point, "these look simply delicious." They do look very tempting, your gaze flickers from the box to the chest of your guest wondering if her tits looked anything like these frosted treats.

"Pardonez-moi, M'sieur le Dean." She rises gracefully in spite of her embarrassment, "I think I will be leaving now." The flustered young woman's eyes refuse to meet yours as she glides meekly towards the door.