Quick Clean Up

As the doorknob turns, you spring into action with remarkable quickness. You grab Clara's dangling panties from her ankle and stuff them into your clutch while simultaneously smoothing down her skirt with your other hand.

"Hair," you whisper urgently, gesturing at your own head. Clara's fingers fly to her disheveled locks, quickly combing through the worst tangles with trembling fingers.

You swipe your thumb across her bottom lip, removing a smudge of lipstick, then step back to a respectable distance just as the door opens fully. Your heart hammers against your ribs, your face still flushed from your activities mere seconds ago.

Zara appears in the doorway, her professional demeanor unshakable though her eyes take in the scene with keen perception. "Ms. Harrington, I'm sorry to interrupt, but your three o'clock is waiting in the lobby." Her gaze flicks briefly to Clara's still-flushed cheeks and slightly mussed appearance, but her expression remains neutral.

"My three o'clock?" Clara sounds genuinely confused for a moment before composure settles back over her features. "Right, yes. Thank you, Zara. Please tell them I'll be out shortly."

Zara nods, her eyes briefly meeting yours before she withdraws, pulling the door closed behind her.

The moment you're alone again, Clara exhales heavily, leaning against her desk for support. "Jesus Christ," she whispers, hand pressed against her chest. "That was close."

"Too close," you agree, though the thrill of nearly being caught sends an inappropriate shiver down your spine.

Clara laughs, the sound slightly hysterical. "I don't know what's gotten into me today." She crosses to the small bathroom adjoining her office and surveys the damage in the mirror. "God, I look thoroughly fucked."

"You were," you remind her with a mischievous smile, retrieving your phone from your clutch to check for messages.

David has texted: "Distraction over. Get out while you can. Meet me in the lobby."

Clara emerges from the bathroom, having repaired her makeup and smoothed her hair into something resembling professional order. She approaches you with unexpected tenderness, cupping your face in her hands.

"Today has been..." she shakes her head, words failing her. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Regrets?" you ask, suddenly uncertain.

"Not a single one," she answers immediately, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Though I should probably attend to my actual job now, before rumors start spreading even faster."

You nod, gathering your clutch. "I should head out anyway. David's waiting for me."

"Dinner tonight?" Clara asks, straightening her suit jacket. "My place? I promise to return the favor from earlier."

15:20 | Monday 4 August 2025 | Clara's Office, Harrington Global Bank

All tasks completed for today!

Return Points: 67/100

Babe Bucks: 20