Two
There were only two reasons why the door to his office was open: He had forgotten to secure it (impossible), or someone was being nosey again.
Two steps brought him into his office in view of
. . . two lovely round cheeks.
"What are you doing rummaging through my desk drawer again, Granger!" He drawled.
His young apprentice stood up, unsettling the papers she had been laying over while indulging in whatever curiosity had struck her.
"I've already warned you about running through my office half naked, Granger." He said devilishly.
"How many lashes?" She asked teasingly as she turned, bending to offer those creamy globes.
"Two."
