"Like what? Actually give Tom something to explain?"

Well, he did it. Something in him snapped.

She chuckled. "Alright there big guy, smooth moves. You know we can't cheat."

He chuckled back. "No dip. I mean, I'd hate to break Tom's heart." He said in a fake girly voice.

She smiled wide. "And I could never explain to Kaitlyn how I busted a nut on another girl."

He flushed a bit red. She noticed.

"Too far?"

"No, er- well, I mean, yeah," He said with a nervous laugh, "but that would actually probably be something I could see myself saying."

She wiggled her eyebrows at him as she pressed her back against the opposite side of the couch, her attention diverted to him completely. He could feel her legs slide up on the couch, and then onto his legs. "I guess you're rubbing off on me."

"Not yet, I'm not."

This caused her to bust out in laughter, and he soon joined in. They laughed for a solid while. As their laughter died down, her eyes pierced into his. They remained silent for a while before Zoey picked it back up.

"Why don't we just talk?" She offered.

"Yeah, that sounds good." He agreed. What he didn't expect was for her to slide off of the couch, and turn off the lights.

"Energy waste. We don't wanna piss Ethan off too much."

"No kidding. He's probably already going to be mad we rearranged his room."

"Exactly. And plus, I like it like this. Lights low, body warm, and a crappy movie on while I talk to my favorite co-worker."

He smiled. "Oh, so I'm your favorite?"

"Not a lot to choose from." She stuck her tongue out playfully.

"So who's your second favorite?"

She put a finger to her chin and thought. "Hmm...probably you."

He laughed. "I'm your first and second?"

"Probably my third and fourth too, yeah." She laughed back. "I'm a big fan of you, actually. You just...have this kinda pull to you. You don't say too much, but when you do, it's playful and spirited in a way in which I can appreciate. It's also somewhat mature sounding, especially for someone only two years older than me. You're my favorite co-worker ever."

"Lots of praise for a person who probably doesn't deserve it." He said. "Not compared to you."

She rolled her eyes, but he could definitely see her cheeks change a shade. Her legs shifted on his.

"Like in what way?"

"You're so lively. It's cute. Every single time I come into the store and I'm not working with you I get kinda sad, actually. You always keep me guessing with what you're about to do. And not to mention the pants."

"Oh? You're a fan, too?"

He waited for a moment. He knew the moment she put her legs onto basically his crotch that they had both consciously crossed a line and were treading into deeper and deeper water. "A fan? I started the club."

"My my. And why hasn't the president of this club made any moves?"

"It's rather...inappropriate to want to take my favorite co-worker from behind and worship her ass."

She chuckled a little. "Dropping all of the subtlety, huh?"

He couldn't help but smile. "Our position made all of your subtlety go right out of the window the moment you turned off the lights."

"And what're you going to do now that all of this subtlety is gone, Mr. Stone?" She bit her lip and he felt her shoes get dangerously close to his crotch.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I'm Zoey, Mr. Stone," Tyler said in his mocking voice. "I'm just the baddest girl...and I think I wanna prove that to you by-"

All of that momentum and buildup...

*Bzzzzzt....Bzzzzzzt*

Ruined with a phone-call.