As I walked into his office, I saw his coffee-brown eyes looking into mine. The breeze from the air ducts seemed to play with his auburn hair; blowing it across the tattoo on his forehead. The papers on his desk seemed to cover his face. His eyes looked bewildered, his face drawn and weary, as if sleep was all he longed for. I locked the door behind me quietly. "Do you want a break, Sir," I asked him. He looked into my eyes, the reflection of my violet-colored eyes looking back at him. He stood opposite of me untied the sash of my salmon kimono, allowing the kimono itself to become loose on me. He slipped his hands underneath the shoulders of my garment, touching my bare skin. Then like silk, the kimono dropped to a clump on the floor. My fingers found themselves wrapped around his long ruby scarf, hastily freeing it from his neck. Then my hands slid over his head the indigo vestment and ripped open his creamy white shirt. The two garments gliding off his muscular arms. The two of us knelt down to the cool tiled floor behind his desk. Quickly my hands slid his golden silk pants off his waist, the pants dropping to where his knees rested on the floor. "Oh Jericho, give it to me," I squealed repetitively, my lips wrapping around his. We lied on the floor underneath the desk, our bodies craving more. Our hearts were beating as fast as sprinters, our pulses surging.