Forty

"We should go upstairs so you can change your clothes," Drake calmly said from where he was. His buttocks were halfway seated on the edge of his desk, his arms folded as he watched Anna dab her wet body with the small towel he left in his office even though it had no use in the past.

Well, it seemed like it finally found a use.

"Upstairs?" Anna asked, her distressed eyes wearing a different look that didn't make her seem entirely gloomy. 

"Yeah," he grabbed his phone and keys, "there is a little penthouse on the last floor. I don't really use it. But there are days I don't wish to go home if you know what I mean."

Anna nodded as she contemplated his suggestion. She looked down at her shirt which was now showing the outline of her bra. She definitely needed a hot bath and a change of clothes.

"So," she didn't sense him walk towards her, "are we going or not?"

"Uh..." She swallowed hard. "We can go there, I really need to change."