Eventually she turned her head to look up at me. “My god. Fuck. What the hell was that?”
I didn’t answer, because there were things I could say about what had happened, but they were technical, boring and out of place. Instead I pulled at her right hip. She understood and turned, so she sprawled face up in my lap, though we were still a shambles.
She looked up at me, only raising her head. “God, you’re still dressed. Hadn’t you better..?”
“Ah.” I took off my tie and worked my way down my shirt buttons.
She watched me with apparent critical interest, her spirit returned. She was trying to make me feel uncomfortable.
I undid my pants and took my belt off, looking back at her. I folded the belt double, and tossed it so it lay beside her. She regarded it with the wariness with which she might look at a snake.