Impulse Control [Dani & Dark, Closed]

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Alex coughed. Secretaries? Really? Suave as Charles was, he could pick up anyone he liked. But maybe he meant that most of his field partners had been desk-bound. It'd be a safe assumption, but she pushed him for answers anyway, because she was curious. And because she needed to figure out why he drew her so openly. Only, when the question came out, it sounded to her ears less like an inquiry about how much field time he'd had and more like a tease about how much work he was actually about to get done.

"So you've been saddled with a lot of office work, then? That's a shame," she added, "mechanics do it with torque...and oil."

"If it were on a different path, we'd be in trouble much sooner, I imagine," she said. "Alright. Since I'm free, I don't have a reason to be anywhere than here, but since you're sweeping, we could meet up on your route. Where am I heading? Or...are you interrogating me here?" She smiled. Useful. How she liked that word, and if anyone caught wind of how much it lit her up to be anything other than she'd been growing up, it'd go in a file somewhere, she was sure. The smile stayed comfortably on her lips...until he mentioned voyeurism and she could feel her freckles poking at her like stabbing embers. "C-cameras? I can't say I've ever fake-had-sex with anyone."