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"Good morning, Grace!", Alice greets one of the cleaners as she steps out of the elevator.

"Mornin Alice! How're you doing?.. Looking pretty as ever today.", Grace responds, smiling warmly at her; her mild wrinkles now showing.

Alice blushes, "Thanks, Grace. You too."
She keeps walking down the hall as the hems of her cape-like brown coat sway from side to side. Half way down, she sees Martha rushing out of Wrestler's office. Her nearly wrinkled feet are tightly fitted into her low pump heels which seem to be repeatedly tapping the tiled floor as she scurries.

"Morning Martha! Where are you off to so early?", Alice echoes at her.

"Caterer!.. Forgot to call the damn caterer. I swear, this job will give me a heart attack one day!.. And I'm not even forty yet.", Martha laments while adjusting her loosely bonded eyelashes and hurrying toward the elevator. She is definitely above forty by the way.
Alice nods in response.
After finally reaching the door to her office, she takes off her thick gloves before opening it. She enters, removes her coat and lets out a long warm breath while staring at the digital clock on the wall. Earlier, she had almost frozen to death while walking to the subway on her way to work. And somehow, two days ago, the entire circuit of their heater at home got fried. She has not been able to get a hold of the handy man yet. So she and Miguel have had to keep warm the old fashioned way. Alice takes in another warm breath because the effective heating system in this office building is exactly what she needs right now.

Suddenly, she notices the lights are still on inside Joe's office. 'That's a surprise.', she wonders. It is about 7:05am. Joe shouldn't be here this early. So Alice puts on her glasses, moves toward his door and adjusts her black skirt properly before opening.

When she enters, she is perplexed at what she sees. No, she is bamboozled. Her primal senses begin to get the better of her, and the pulsation of her heart begins to rise to its peak. She can't seem to help but let out a slight shudder at the sight. It is quite an unexpected but a most welcome surprise. Joe is standing by his desk, busy as a bee. But this time, his shirt is off.

He is slightly bent over beside his desk, with one palm resting on the top in front of his laptop. From Alice's view, his roughly vascularized arm is firmly rooted to the desk in such a way that it almost seems as though his weight might crush it. Thank goodness that he at least had the decency to leave his black inner vest on. Its sleeveless arms and wide set neckline however are revealing more than enough to make Alice uncomfortable. The biceps on this dude though. 'What on earth does he think he is doing?..', Alice wonders in coy perplexity, '..It's not even that hot in here.. And where does he even find the time to visit the gym?' 

She looks sideways with her hand still on the door and she sights Joe's shirt, tie and jacket suspended on the hanger. For some reason she is still trying to articulate, this sight is turning her on, as well as the sight of him legs-crossed by that desk, in his cotton vest and pants. The thick brown leather belt fastened around his waist perfectly matches his shoes, and are giving his half corporate attire a flawless fitting. And up above, the view of Joe's pecs seems to be much more prominent than Alice had earlier imagined. They're not excessively bulky like those on some fitness junkies she has seen, but they are moderately ample and firm, with an adequate amount of muscle and superficial veins. 

From the way Joe is still typing and staring into his computer screen, it is obvious that he has not yet noticed her presence. And right now, he is posing with an annoyingly smug swagger, as though subtly trying to tell her 'I woke up like this'. Alice sternly raises a brow, although deep down, she is getting hopelessly wet, as impious thoughts completely permeate her mind. Seeming slightly irritated by the subliminal conceit in his flexed stance, she rolls her eyes and then intentionally slams the door to rouse him.

Immediately, Joe turns his head in surprise.

"Good morning, sir.", Alice greets and then asks with a quizzical look on her face, "How come you're here so early?"

Joe sighs and replies veraciously, with an innocent but serious face on, "..Good morning, Alice." Then he stands erect and stretches to remove his shirt from the hanger "I'm.. in the planning committee of next week's end of year celebration. Both the dinner, the game and the camping trip.. And considering the number of pending cases left, I've got to put in some extra time if I'm gonna get them closed by January."

"Ohh", she replies, nodding her head in concurrence, "This celebration must be quite a big deal, huh. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Nah.. Don't worry, I got it. Thank you." Becoming aware of Alice's gaze, he puts his shirt on and starts to button it up as slowly as possible.
Alice hadn't properly seen his torso before. Now, she has got a front row view of the full breadth of his caramel chest. It is very thick and tight, with a squareness protruding in such a perfectly convex manner, like it's almost about to rip the vest apart. It has a sharply cut out baseline which forms a sloping boundary downward to his toned stomach. 'Oh shit, he's hot.' Alice echoes within herself. There is something within her making her ache to see his six-pack. If only he would pull up his vest a bit to give her a little peek, she would be the most grateful person in the world. She catches a glimpse of his crotch as well, but quickly averts her eyes so that Joe doesn't notice them lingering.

As Joe buttons up his shirt, intentionally, he keeps staring directly at her not with a smirk per say, but with a sexy kind of firm resolve, like he is trying to intimidate her with his eyes. While he does this, Alice fights so hard not to blush or look away, because she knows that's exactly what he wants. Still aroused, she subtly clenches her laps together to soothe the throbbing discomfort between her thighs, as her clit becomes more titillated. She is wet as hell right now. 'Damn, he's good', she exclaims within. Upon noticing that Joe is still putting on the same clothes as yesterday, she finds a window to break the screaming silence, "Did you go home yesterday?"

"Nope..", Joe responds, turning to collect his tie. "..been here all night. Well, that's where I'm headed though. I've got to take a shower."

The thought of Joe taking a shower arouses Alice even more.

Joe continues, with a beaming smile on his face, "..You think you could hold the fort?"

"I guess so.", Alice replies with a similar smile.

Then they both laugh.

Joe tucks his shirt in and then picks up his jacket. He takes a final bite from the half eaten bagel on his desk and then a small sip from his latte, before starting to leave.

Half way down, Alice unexpectedly apprehends him by the arm,  "You've got a little something on your.." She swipes a crust of dough off the side of his lip and then helps him adjust his tie, making sure to let her palms linger around his chest a bit. She is intentionally playing dirty. While she does so, a mixture of chills and tickles begins to run down Joe's spine. His eyes are widened in surprise and his manhood is fucking hard. Right now, he feels like grabbing her and kissing the red off her lips. But instead, he plays it cool and winks at her before finally walking away in grand style. 

After closing the door behind him, he winces and takes in a deep breath before coming out of the main office.

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