I walked into the office kitchen to find Kitty sitting cross-legged on the counter, a cup of coffee in her hand.

She was looking at something on her phone, completely entranced.

I coughed, and her posture went rigid. She straightened her legs, but that didn’t keep me from catching a glimpse of her plain white panties beneath her plaid dress. A grown woman, Kitty still dressed like a schoolgirl half the time. Plaid dress, knee-high white socks, red leather Mary Janes. She often wore her dyed black hair in pigtails and sported a choker around her neck more days than not. She was a genius assistant, though, and I’d seen her looking at me with interest more than once.

“Oh, jeesh! I’m sorry. I thought I was the only one left here. I was taking a break before finishing up the boxes that... Read More