The pen on the desk was neatly set in her penholder, one, two, three... Where was the fourth pen? There were enough pens for each hole in the penholder. There were enough files for every letter of the alphabet. The trash bin was always empty. Where was the pen? Jane stared at the pen holder, her brows furrowed, which they rarely were. Her dark hair was set in a tight bun on her head. Her skirt, barely an inch above her knees, was tight around her curves yet loose at the end, in order to allow movement. Where was the pen? Her breath became short as she stood up suddenly, causing her fresh cup of coffee, two cream, and two sugar, to tumble towards the tile floor.

Her coworker, Adryn peeked into the doorway with a grin from ear to ear. His dark curls flowed freely, slightly passed his ears, and his button-down shirt was half haphazardly tucked into his khaki pants that clung to his hips, barely hanging on without the help of a belt. Where is my... my pen sat behind his ear. My stainless steel 0.5 ballpoint, blackest of all blacks, no smudge pen sat behind his unruly curls. She opens her mouth as her hand starts to come down to her desk, but instead of impact, she feels a warm tight grip against her hand, her back now against the cool glass window.

"I wouldn't want you to ruin your blazer, Miss Jane." His voice was a low whisper against her neck, causing her face to flush. She peered down at the coffee-covered desk. He leans down, his leg sneaking between her loosely fitted skirt. Her mouth parted slightly as she felt his breath against her soft pink lips.

"Thanks for the pen by the way Miss Jane." He lets go of her trembling body, her hands pressed against the glass, causing fingerprints. He winks before turning to leave out of her office.

Her desk covered in sticky coffee, files askew, and one pen missing.