Barbara was fucking sick of it. She and Gavin were closer than anyone else in the office (besides Ryan and Edgar, of course), and yet he still couldn't take a fucking hint. Gavin definitely wasn't the smartest Roosterteeth employee, but honestly, how could he not see it? Every day, she would flirt with him, making fun of him playfully, mimicking his cute British accent, and yet that British twat just couldn't see it. Sometimes Barbara was so painfully obvious she wondered if the Michael/Gavin rumors were true.
She stormed into her apartment, irritated with the very thought of Gavin, and collapsed into her couch. It had been a hard day at work, and she was exhausted. She didn't feel like sleeping. It had been months since she'd had sex (besides that drunken night with Lindsay a couple months ago), and she felt sexually starved. She considered dressing up in a tiny tight t-shirt and shorts that could be mistaken for her panties and picking up some guy to ride at a bar, but she couldn't imagine getting up from her couch. Fuck it, she thought, pulling off her jeans. She sat on her couch, panties on the floor, masturbating slowly to the thought of Gavin bursting through the door and delighting her with his strong tongue...
She rubbed her clit, moaning, breathing faster and faster. She pictured Gav's beautiful cock, moaned harder, and-
"Shit!"
She opened her eyes, looking around wildly. The sun shined brightly through her windows. She glanced down and found that she was still pantyless. She looked at her phoned. Goddamn it. It's fucking 11:00 AM.
Hopefully no one would ask her why she was late.