It took Jim nearly to the end of the day to get his reply done. Michael kept stepping out of his office right behind him and Dwight kept looking at him suspiciously enough that he actually had to put it away a few times. When he finally finished, he walked up to Pam's desk with a folder.

"Hey, Pam," He said, handing it over. "Will you file these purchase orders for me?" He gave the folder a tap and her a look.

She nodded and answered soberly. "Sure, Jim."

She did file the orders…then she read his letter.

A Love Letter To Pam – the Diabolic One,

You realize you just said 'yes' and 'no' in one go, right? Kind of.

Anyway, I'm intrigued. No touching, you say? I mean, we just both spent some time today writing some awesome stuff (at least on your part) about our new 'privileges' when you yank it away for the sake of a little build up towards a night of…okay, I'm in.

Especially when you're the prize.

On that note, I am now guaranteed not to get anything done for the rest of the week. Thank you.

I've got to warn you though; this kind of thing is tough. I've had years of experience sitting on my libido where you're concerned. My original plan (thanks to these letters today) was to corner you in the nearest secluded corner as soon as I could manage it and now…I now have a date with my chilly shower and some writing utensils.

What I mean is, just because we aren't touching doesn't mean I can't continue your little 'pen pal' exercise here. Oh no, I have plans. I'm going to wax verbose on some of the things I want to do to you, with you. You know how I said earlier that I want to worship you? Well there are some rituals that involve your toes, so be prepared.

I want you to talk to me, too (or write, whatever) and tell me what you want, what you like, and then when we're together…I'll see if I can give you something more.

So tonight, we'll leave work. I'll walk you to your car (as we're parked side-by-side) and we'll give all the appearance of two friends parting ways for the evening. But, when you get home, fire up your email. Write to me. I'll have some things for you.

Oh yeah, I like this idea Beesley.

Jim

Whoo boy, she thought as she folded the letter and put it in her purse with the others. Jim's eyes caught hers and he gave her a warm smile and then made a small 'hands off' motion with his hands. She grinned back with a nod.

She didn't think she'd get much done this week, either. Or much sleep tonight.