It was snowing when I went to the startup this morning, so I went for boots and stockings and a skirt, like any respectable woman would, and a clingy top with a sweater. I saw them all watch me when I took my sweater off in the office, wondering what was underneath, I guess. Not much is the answer! It would be great to have nothing and see the look on their faces.

I let my skirt ride up while I was sitting at the desk and the guy in the seat next to me could see the tops of my stockings. I saw him look over and when I spun round to talk to him he glanced down at the darkness between my legs and I got a bit wet as he was probably fantasising about what was up there. His name’s Rob and he’s probably the cutest one, so in a pinch I would… well, you know. If I had to.

I tried the Sharon Stone leg crossing trick and he stumbled mid-sentence. It was fun. Then Richard tried to flirt with me a bit, but he’s not very good at it. And he still can’t work out if I have a boyfriend or not.