As was becoming the norm, Daisy called you out to see her several times during the day, usually to ask you something embarrassing, or just to make you get up and walk around. This time, she asked "What do you think of my shoes today Mr. Smith?"
You looked around again, nobody else was close enough to hear you talking. "Your shoes are incredibly sexy, Miss Daisy."
She smiled. "Would you like my shoes to touch you?" She had a spark in the question.
You had no choice. You knew what you had walked into last night, and it was too late to back out now. "Yes Miss Daisy, I would love to have your shoes touch me. Anywhere." You added extra emphasis on the 'anywhere', just to make sure she knew you were saying what she obviously wanted you to say.
"Thank you, Mr. Smith, you can go now." And you went back to your office.