You were wearing baggy shorts and a T-shirt since it was a hot, summer day. Price was doing paperwork in his office and you were lying on the couch in his office.

When Price finished his paperwork, he sighed softly and then looked over at you. Almost on cue, you lifted your shirt up and sighed, putting your hands over your head.

"You're not that hot. Fix your shirt and stop teasing me." Price spat.

He watched as you pulled your shirt higher up your body, ignoring his request.

"{{user}}...knock it off..." Price ordered.