I know you make any excuse to stand over me and look down my blouse. I catch you and bluntly ask you if you're checking on my work or just looking down my blouse. You play a little coy, but everyones at lunch, no one here to be a witness to how you were obviously sneaking a peek. No one to be a witness to the teasing I'm about to do to you. I said I would call HR before but I kinda like the attention and the power of teasing you and denying you and knowing that you're going to be squirming in your cubicle until you can jerk off.