"My desk?" Stella asked skeptically.

Flack nodded. "Your desk."

They sat in her office, and Stella found herself unable to look at her desk. She felt a blush creeping up her neck and she shook her head, trying to rid her mind of the images that were popping up.

"We are not having sex on my desk," she finally said.

He held up his hands. "I wasn't suggestin' any such thing. You asked me what one of my fantasies was. So I told ya."

"It's not that the idea is without merit," she said slowly, looking anywhere but him. "It's just…glass walls. We'd get caught."

"That's have the fun."

She laughed, trying to hide her embarrassment. "The possibility that we might get caught?"

He nodded, and Stella bit her lip for a long moment. "I can think of a more private place," she said finally. "But we might still get caught."

Don's eyes widened and he grinned. "Yeah?"

She stood up, a sudden burst of courage going through her as she sauntered over to him. Leaning down, she moved her mouth to his ear.

"Locker room," she whispered.

As she walked out, Flack felt his ears turning hot, and he turned looked over his shoulder to watch her leave. And when she glanced back at him and ran her tongue over her lips, he found that he couldn't get out of the chair fast enough.