"Truth, or dare?"With an air of defiance she loudly proclaimed, "Dare!" I dare you to take your shirt off," the words slipped out of my mouth. So much...for not wanting to come on too strong. "You want me to do WHAT?" A look of panic on her face."I said, I want you to take your shirt off. I want to humiliate you," I needed an excuse to have dared her that and humiliating her sounded a lot better than lusting for her."No fucking way, you perv. That's not fair! You can't dare me to do something. You’re just in the process of bringing your lower hand up to your mouth to replace the other. You deliberately catch my eye as your tongue worms out of your mouth and you tentatively run a fingertip down the middle of your tongue. You know full well what an effect this has on me, as many past experiences have reaffirmed, and in my imagination is no escape! Hm? Oh, no, sorry, was just thinking about something from the other day. Hmmm, noooothing (sprung twice!). Oh, well, you know, I’m just. He had two more days to finish this report. He was focused.He didn't hear her enter his office. He didn't notice anything until he smelled her perfume. His mind whirled, part of it fighting to keep him focused on the report, the rest wondering why he smelled her perfume.He felt her hands on his shoulder and then her lips on his ear. "You've been working so hard, Darren. I think you need to take a break," she whispered. He could see her vague reflection in his computer screen.She caressed his. As she toweled off his chest and abs, he wrapped his arms around her pulled her close. She ended up crushed up against him with her arms up over her chest, holding the towel between them as he pulled her tight. Her face was just inches away from his. He stared into her eyes for a moment and then whispered to her“You are so beautiful”She looked down, turning a brilliant shade of crimson.With one hand he took the towel from her, lifter her chin up, and leaned forward to kiss her.She closed her.