He smiled, holding her tight. "Oh no, yer not going anywhere right now. I gotcha!"
"Mic! I have to get back and send those reports."
"Nuh uh. Not yet, we're still on lunch." He nuzzled her neck, knowing how his mustache tickled her and wanting to hear her giggle.
Elly shrieked playfully and wriggled in his grip. "Present Mic, <i>whatever</i> would your listeners think if they knew you were such a bully to your girlfriend?"
He chuckled. "Is that what this is? You wanna escape?"
She smiled fondly at him. The smell of leather and sweetness surrounded her, the pliant feel of well worn leather under her hands. She couldn't see his eyes but instead saw herself in the mirrored shades, staring at him like a lovestruck teenager. She blushed.
"Goddamn yer cute," he wheezed.
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