In your office, your mind raced. You were trapped between the fear of being caught and the lust over Natasha's panties. Your fantasies showed you even more than your eyes ever saw, but it was bittersweet. Did she actually catch you peeking up her skirt? Or was she just startled that you had come in so early? If she thought you were peeking, what would she do? Confront you? Go to her boss? Or your boss? That would be terrible! What would happen if she confronted you? You didn't know. Should you just admit what you saw and apologize? That was risky.
These kinds of thoughts swirled in your mind until everyone began coming into the office.