“Jennifer, I don’t know how you do it, but I’m glad you do. I’ll just bring you something up, okay?”
I smiled. “Okay,” I said, “And thanks.”
The afternoon passed in a similar way to the morning, with a few phone calls and e-mails and a bit of writing. You know, it’s a great experience to be on a conference call to a room full of men who have no idea that they’re talking to a naked woman.
As five o’clock approached I could feel someone approaching my desk. I turned to see David again. It was getting so predictable by now: I’d swivel my chair around and the man approaching would scan me up and down, look embarrassed about how obviously he’d done it, and then stare at a point two inches above my head as he talked to me.
Read the rest of The Naked Office, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts