Refuse

But you put your hand up between you. Making sure the working atmosphere is nice is one thing… Literally letting the first man you meet in your new job get - intimate is an other… Especially as he'd be your first man in this body... And he doesn't even work here… You do enjoy him caressing your neck a little more, but...

“OK, tiger. You smell nice, too. And you’re really handsome, but I have work to do and I'm sure your schedule is packed, as well… We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other better if we meet every day, right?”

He nods with a grin. Looks a little disappointed, but as he licks his lips also happy with a boyish smile. You didn’t outright reject him or tell him off after all. He probably used to way hasher rejections if this is how he welcomes all new mail room girls.

“As you say, girl.”

He helps you deposit the rest of the incoming, continuously eyeing you like he wants to undress you. Slaps your ass for goodbye, making you giggle. Then grab the stack of outgoing mail and drops into his trolley

“See you tomorrow, honey!”

“See you, sweety!”

You throw him a kiss and smile, looking at his firm ass as he leaves.

That was nice. A bit of flirtation every morning will brighten this dull sorting part of your job.