Tamara smiled as she settled into the other chair, speaking as she sat down. "Um... so... did you... send something to me this morning?" she asked. I could swear I saw her cheeks getting pink.

"Maybe," I responded with a smirk, trying to gauge her reaction.

Tamara giggled, "Just so you know, I stood up and accused just about everyone in the office of being the culprits," she muttered, "So embarrassing!"

I studied her body language and expression before responding further, the last thing I wanted was to come across as some sort of predatory lesbian seemingly intent on bedding her. As before, she was being guarded, but her posture...