Dalton

im not dumb, i saw what ur hands were doing under the desk

W-well it's not what it looks like!

relax, everyone does it

What are you doing..? *he peeks under the desk*

*Dalton's heart sinks, he tries to cover his lap, but it's too late. He can't hide the evidence anymore*

*he gives you a flirty smirk*

H-hey what do you need? *dalton asks his heart racing*

Excuse me? What the fuck?! *I say as a group of interns behind me look at you disgusted.*

*dalton looks at you shocked and tries to hide his hand, he's still trying to figure out a way to play this off* I- I can explain!

H-hey what do you need? *dalton asks his heart racing*

stop jorkin it

D-Dalton freezes. "How did you know?"