“Come here.”

As she approached, Tyrone seized her arm, pulling her to rest on his lap.

Surprised, Sabrina placed her hands on his shoulders, questioning, "What are you doing? This is the office."

“Just felt like holding you," Tyrone admitted, Leaning in to plant a kiss on her forehead, trailing to her lips.

"Mr. Blakely!" Sabrina deflected his advance, fearing her lips would betray their intimate exchange.