The characters do not belong to me, but to CBS.
She sighed wearily and laid her head down on her desk. Promising herself just a couple of minutes of a rest, she awoke an hour later, disoriented and stiff.
Yet she was not alone. The hands that smelled of familiar cologne that matched the green eyes and ornery grin were on her shoulders, at first shaking her awake, now beginning a massage. He knew all of the right places to go. A pleasured exhalation escaped her lips as he continued rubbing out all of the tight spots incurred by sleeping at her desk.
She turned to face her secret lover, who grinned but said nothing. Instead, he offered her a hand as she stood up, dizzily at first, before heading home. Once they were off the elevator, no one suspected a thing, as all they noted was the director walking alongside one of her agents.