I walked into the office kitchen to find Kitty sitting cross-legged on the counter, a cup of coffee in her hand.
She was looking at something on her phone, completely entranced.
I coughed, and her posture went rigid. She straightened her legs, but that didn’t keep me from catching a glimpse of her plain white panties beneath her plaid dress. A grown woman, Kitty still dressed like a schoolgirl half the time. Plaid dress, knee-high white socks, red leather Mary Janes. She often wore her dyed black hair in pigtails and sported a choker around her neck more days than not. She was a genius assistant, though, and I’d seen her looking at me with interest more than once.
“Oh, jeesh! I’m sorry. I thought I was the only one left here. I was taking a break before finishing up the boxes that are going to storage.”
I shook my head and moved toward the coffee machine. She had rearranged her posture but was still perched on the countertop. I poured a cup of coffee and grimaced. “I wonder how old this is.”
“Not old. I made it only a half hour ago because I was running low. I guess I should — ”
She scooted forward, but I put a hand out to stop her progress. “You stay there and take your break.”
I watched her swallow hard, so hard something in her throat clicked. I smiled. I liked making her flustered.
“I figured you’d be going home to the missus by now,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper.
“Nope. She has a date tonight.”
Kitty’s eyebrows shot up so fast I couldn’t help but laugh.
I nodded. “A date. We have an arrangement. We’re happily married, but we both like to have a little something extra on the side.” I took a finger and dragged it from above her knee sock to the hem of her dress. Then I stopped, letting my finger linger.
Her big brown eyes were wide. Her gaze met mine, and I saw her shift restlessly where she sat.