"Don't you dare come near my emails, asshole." She gives him a stern look, but it melts away as she leans in closer. It's nothing outside the bounds of propriety, of course. Even if only just barely.

"We both know what you want to help me with," her voice is a low murmur. She doubts anyone can hear, if they're listening, but it's still much more daring than she's ever been in public before. "But it's not something I'd ever ask of an intern. It would be an entirely inappropriate abuse of power."

It's thrilling not caring if anyone figures out their secret or not. She's never been able to flirt this openly, and she loves it.