She never fully raised her eyes when she looked at me. She smiled when she passed me, but her eyes never quite reached mine. Sitting in meetings, staring at her, I would catch her looking up but when she saw me staring back she quickly looked down again.

She was turning me on, all small and dark and firm and stacked and beautiful and demure. But I had to wonder what was going on in her head all that time, until the day she was visibly pregnant. All that time she had been shy she was fucking her husband silly, regularly and purposefully.

Which explained it.

But then again, actually, didn't explain anything. Was she shy because she was embarrassed, and if so by what? Did she not want me to know because I seemed too intensely interested, or because she was in a constant state of heat, or because thinking about other men was even less appropriate than usual and she was having difficulty not thinking about me or any other man she saw?

Now when I sit in meetings with her I ponder on these questions, and wonder if she wonders what I'm thinking as I stare at her.