Ethan stepped out of Brooke's office. He was dressed, though his movements were a little stiff. The silence in the hallway felt strange. He spotted a young woman, clearly an employee, near the station. She looked young, cheerful—a little lacking in the chest department, but her small breasts were high and perky.
Ethan walked over to her. "Hey," he said smoothly. "Brooke is... indisposed right now. Could you go in and help her out?"
The girl looked at him, blushing furiously, and lowered her gaze. She spoke softly, almost too low for Ethan to hear. "Yes. I—I heard a little bit of what happened. I'll go help her right now."
Ethan burst out laughing. As she walked past him, he couldn't resist a quick, hard slap on her cheerful, small but well-toned butt. The girl giggled, turned back, and gave him a suggestive smile. "Any time you're free, Young Master, we can go out and have some fun."
"Sure, sure," Ethan replied, dismissing her with a nod.
