She Unbuttons Her Blouse

Emily immediately realized that she had hit a sore spot with Kevin. Either he didn't like jokes at his expense, or he reacted angrily to insinuations about his virility. She should try to cheer him up. And she already knew exactly how she was going to do that. While he looked at her with an expression that seemed too neutral to be natural, she fanned herself with her left hand.

“Hey, are you hot too? Doesn't this office have air conditioning?”

She didn't wait for his answer. With fluid movements, she undid the knot of her tie and pulled it from her collar. Then she began to unbutton her blouse, one button at a time.

Kevin suddenly seemed very interested. His gaze was fixed on her growing cleavage.

Emily smiled. She knew that kind of look from men. She wondered how far she should go. Then she opened another button. And another. Kevin's eyes grew wider with each one.

She stretched and rolled her shoulders. Kevin held on to the desk as if he were afraid of falling into her cleavage.

“And do you already know what my problem is?” she said, winking at him.

He blinked. It took him a few seconds to remember why he had come to Emily's desk in the first place. He cleared his throat, then leaned halfway over Emily to reach the keyboard and quickly typed away. Emily could smell his tart, masculine scent and took a deep breath.

“Aha, I see what's going on.” He grunted with satisfaction at having found the issue so quickly. “Your user account is locked. Could it be that you entered your password incorrectly several time by mistake?”

“I don't know. These computers are just so complicated,” she claimed, pouting cutely. “Maybe you can show me a few tricks on how to use it? I'm sure you know a lot that I don't.”

As she said this, she touched his arm as if by accident and smiled encouragingly at him. A slight tremor ran through his entire body.

“Uh, yes, sure,” he had to clear his throat again. “I can do that.”