Rather than getting up from the desk and walking to the phone on the other side, Kay simply reached across the desk to pick up the receiver. This was another carefully planned maneuver: everything between Kay and the phone had been cleared away, and the phone was sitting just beyond easy reach. She leaned over, her hand grasping for the phone, her body stretching out. With each ring of the phone, she got closer to it and her skirt rode higher. Then, in one swift move, she grabbed the receiver, lost her balance, and fell sideways onto the desk. "Good afternoon. Mr. Avery's office."
Mack sat down.
Laid out across the desk, Kay faced Mack with an embarrassed look. Her blouse and bra were still doing their job, but even greater expanses of skin were now visible. Kay looked away and spoke quietly on the phone for a few moments. Her faraway gaze let Mack stare at her freely. Sometimes she spoke in a loud voice, sometimes in a quiet voice, but all her words were punctuated with body language. "I'm sorry, he simply can't come to the phone right now." Stretch.
Jason Mack was breathing a bit heavily-visibly excited. Wait, so am I. Why would she be excited at Jason Mack's leering? He did nothing but upset her. But, of course, it wasn't about Jason Mack; there was another person in the room watching her. A handsome, devilish, powerful man who was going to pay her royally for taking Mack down. That was exciting.
Kay hung up the phone and sat up, preparing to get off the desk. As she did this, her legs were momentarily spread apart, giving Mack a crotch shot full of pink panties. Then Kay closed her legs and pushed herself forward to stand up, the skirt riding up farther. She took a step toward her corner of the desk, paused to straighten her skirt, and sat back on her perch.
Mack's eyes never left her. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed his mouth. "Who is this woman, Dan, and why isn't she mine?" That was the desired effect: he was no longer thinking about the contract. And he had offered her the perfect opening line. Me, me! Please Dan, let me answer that one. She turned to Dan and discretely pointed to herself, her finger hidden from Mack's view by her body.
Dan gave her a half-nod and turned to Mack. "Do you mean why isn't she working for you? Let's ask her." Very nice, Dan. "Kay, why aren't you working for Mr. Mack?"