Back to work.

So, armed with a solution that made sense to no one but her, Cleo turned her attention back to her computer, opening the previous piece of work she had tried to do before the whole ordeal had started. Her body was still on fire with embarrassment, she reasoned that her blush had spread to more than just her cheeks, and that was the cause of it, not once considering any alternative. She worked with relative focus for almost 20 minutes, only occasionally stopping for a few seconds to cringe at the feeling of her bare feet on the carpet, toes curling to add to her embarrassment, or how her bare butt rubbed against the fabric of the office chair, the brunette not once looking down to catch another glimpse of her secret garden or the treasure that lay beneath it, using all of her willpower to remain as focused as she could on her work.

Even as she worked, she noticed more and more people coming in to the office, some of them sitting around the corner, some of them sitting within sight of her. She urged herself to just ignore them and keep working, rationalizing that the office was by no means crowded, and she would still have a bit of leeway once she eventually thought up of a plan to handle her partial nudity. With every person that walked in, the heat she was feeling seemed to intensify, goosebumps rising down her arms and bare legs, and even a light tingle in a place she had never felt it before. Even despite these distractions, she got a decent amount of work done, and while nowhere near her absolute all time best, she felt a little more comfortable taking a few minutes to herself to sort out her issue.

“Alright, what are my options?” Cleo thought to herself, pulling her phone out of her bag, and checking the current state of the office. It was rapidly approaching 9am, and it looked like everyone who was in the office that day had already arrived. Of course they pick this Monday to be punctual! Cleo groaned as nothing immediate popped into her head, at least nothing that involved her getting away without revealing her predicament to anyone else! There was nowhere she could precure pants, and any suggestion of trying to sneak home wouldn’t work. For one thing, she had nothing on below the waist, and there was no way she could make it outside and back home without multiple people seeing her lady treasure. And even worse than that, it would involve an unauthorised absence from work! And in her mind, that was a hundred times worse than someone seeing her bush and privates!