"Care to explain?" Your captain, Albert, asks in a condescending tone. His gloved fingers tapped against the book on his desk--your book, and a very smutty one at that.

"Why don't you tell me what kind of things you've been so bold as to read about during work hours?" He leans forward on his elbows, resting his chin on laced fingers. A single blonde brow was raised suggestively over the rim of his shades as his lips twisted into a smirk. "Unless.. you'd rather demonstrate?"