I've always wondered what it would be like to be someone's 'meet at the office after hours' fling. I want someone to invite me to their elegant corporate office with the gleaming hard wood desk and bend me over it. No cubicles; it has to be the awards-on-the-wall corner office. I want to wear the classic pencil skirt and heels and rip off your french-cuffed button-up. I want to peer anxiously through the still-open blinds to see if that noise was the janitor watching. I hope so.