Jack's legs were still weak as he stumbled back to the Shack, and then, inevitably, fell into a deep sleep until his alarm went off later that morning. Behind his eyes, he saw Florence riding him, the glow of the moonlight illuminating her face as her shadows danced. Jack wondered if it had all been a dream, but as he picked up his shirt, he could smell Florence's perfume on it. Not a dream, Jack decided as he inhaled it, and very thankful it wasn't.
Once again, Jack expected to get no work done, and when he arrived at the station, he realised he was right. Jack kept looking over at Florence, who was either sucking the top of her pen seductively, eyeing him from across the room, or had purposely undone a button on her shirt so that only he could see the colour of her bra underneath. Jack tried not to think about whether it was one that unclasped at the front or not. They kept making excuses to brush up against each other in the small kitchen during tea breaks, Jack putting his hand on the small of Florence's back as he squeezed past her, or Florence touching Jack's hip as she curled around him. Eventually, Jack grabbed his phone and got up his text conversation with Florence, which now only existed of dirty texts and plans for midnight.
Jack:
Stop it.
Florence:
Stop what?
Jack:
You know exactly what you're doing Cassell.
Florence:
What am I doing?
Jack:
You're trying to turn me on.
Florence:
I can't help it if you find me sexy.
Jack:
I do. Very sexy. That's the problem.
Florence :
Which part of me is sexiest?
Jack :
I have a long list.
Florence:
What's at the top?
Jack :
Right now, your mouth.
Florence:
How hard are you right now?
Jack:
Come over here and find out.
Florence:
Touché
Jack:
Come to mine tonight.
Florence:
What about our spot?
Jack:
We're going to need room for what I'm going to do to you tonight.
Florence:
Yes, Daddy.
Jack covered his eyes, hoping and praying that Dwayne and JP wouldn't notice the hot flush on his face. When he finally looked up, he realised Florence was sucking seductively on her finger in his direction. He had to spend a lot of time thinking about deeply unsexy images before he could stand up for another tea break.