#364255 - Gayle turned when the babbling chatter of the monkey’s she worked with faded and silence descended on the room; she had a doctorate from MIT and another from Polytech, sometimes she felt like Jane Goodall watching the monkeys fornicate in the copy room. “Can we just hold each other for a little bit?” She asked, tilting her head as his lips sought her tender neck, his tongue darting out and tasting the sweet saltiness of her smooth skin as she sighed softly, “I…I know we have to go but…but not just yet…please?” He brushed his lips against her sensitive skin one more time, his soft breath causing her to shudder slightly, before he lay next to her, ignoring the wrinkled mess he was making of his shirt. The buxom blonde growled as she watched the unlikely couple step into the elevator and continued to watch until the doors closed and the numbers above that door rapidly began to change as the metal box holding her prize and the thief who had stolen it rocketed up to the top floor.