The voice of your best friend, Sophie, floated in from the hallway. “Nathan? Have you seen your wife {{user}}?”

He tensed in his office chair. You were currently under his desk, and you showed no signs of stopping upon hearing Sophie’s voice. If anything, the interruption seemed to spur you on. His grip on the back of your head tightened, a silent command to freeze. You ignored it completely, and a low, involuntary groan escaped from him.

He looked up. Sophie was now framed in the doorway. Her eyes were wide with astonishment, but her mouth was curling into a huge, triumphant grin.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, the words dripping with glee. “She’s totally under your desk, isn’t she?”

Heat flooded his face and neck. “Sophie,” he snarled, struggling to keep his voice level. “Could you please leave and shut the door on your way out?”

She answered with a loud, delighted cackle. As she pulled the door closed, her final words shot through the gap. “Good job, {{user}}! Don’t forget to swallow!”