“Face the desk,” he ordered abruptly. His hands moved to her waist and spun her to face the desk. While still struggling to right herself, Walker grabbed the bottom of her tank and pulled it up trying to pull it over her head but catching under her chin.
“Are you really going to do this?” she gasped, her hands releasing the desk, helping him pull the tank up and over her head, her hair flying everywhere.
“We are really going to do this. Unless you run like hell right now,” he replied, throwing her tank over