"Ah, but aren't you supposed to be working?" Joy asked in surprise. Could it be that Mr. Reed would abandon his work, letting lust cloud his mind to the point where he would neglect his duties?
No... Her Dean wasn't that kind of person.
Dean loved his work like life itself.
There's no way he would abandon work to... work on her. Impossible, don't panic.
Dean leaned his face closer to her, and whispered in her ear, "Doing it at the workplace is also called 'work'."
Joy was a bit slow to react, and asked stupidly, "What do you mean?"
Dean picked her up and placed her on the desk, and then leaned over her.
An hour later, Joy, who was so tired that she just wanted to lie on the window sill and not move, finally understood the meaning of 'work' in all its profound depth.
Dean finished his work late into the night. He thoroughly 'worked' at every possible place in the workspace, making full use of his workplace.
