“Okay. Leaving the lap top closed I leaned back in the corner.

Selena stared at me for a moment. Her blue eyes were unreadable, but there was a slight smile on her face.

“Really Austin?"

“Really, what?"

She narrowed her eyes and smile grew.

“Wow, really that nice. That's okay though I think I like it better that way.”

“What do you like better?"

Patting the cushion next to her she said, "Come sit next to me."

I looked at her hand on the couch taking in her long red fingernails and feeling my heart miss another beat, slid over next to her.

Reaching out she tugged on my sleeve.

"I said tonight was informal, why are you wearing a shirt with a collar, I know you hate them?"

"We're still working." I pointed out.

“And you're still dressed for work."

"I haven't stopped today." She put her hand on her right breast,

"And I've already taken my jacket off and plan on getting a lot more comfortable."

I couldn't help gawking at her hand covering her breast. I imagined the shirt and bra gone and how good her red nails would like teasing her nipple. Speaking of, staring at her chest caused me to just now notice her nipples were hard and poking through her bra and the thin shirt. The air conditioner was on, but it wasn't that cool in here.

"Take your shirt off." She told me.

"Tom"

"You have something on under it, right?"

"Yeah." I shrugged.

“I always do I case you know, I'm hot and this way I don't..."

“I know why professional men should wear undershirts." She rolled her eyes, “And again tonight is not about professional so take the shirt off, I don't want to feel underdressed."

She stared at me expectantly and feeling weird, but not wanting to disobey her, I un-tucked the shirt and removed it. Beneath it was a white sleeveless shirt and reaching out Selena sent a shiver through me by trailing her nail down my left arm.

"Well then! I see you make good use of the company gym!"

"Oh," I could feel my face flushing, "T...Thanks, I like to work out.