Cole shook his head, dismissing any hope that he'd be satisfied with this for now. He slapped her fingers away before his hand found her throat, eyes widened slightly in fear and hands flew to his arm as he did so. "Sto-!" Lyra tried to protest, but he shushed her. He wasn't going to stop until he got exactly what he wanted. Fingers explored then as his hand migrated into her blouse. She pushed against his arm, silently begging him to stop.<br/><br/>The red head knew he was watching her, feeling his cold stare washing over her, anticipating reactions while he was on the phone. Her face was growing hotter, burning her soul the deeper her blush grew. If she were being honest it had been quite a while since she had been touched like this. Her career had always come first and it almost always seemed to destroy and chance of a healthy relationship taking hold. Still, when she had secretly been waiting for a decent guy to pop up, this is<i>not</i>what she had wished for.<br/><br/>It was then Lyra became increasingly aware of exactly how her body was reacting to his touch. A wave of goosebumps had broken out in the wake of where his hand had been. She barely dared to take a breath making the fluttering of her heart, like a bird in a cage, that much more pronounced. She still wasn't looking at him though, at least not directly. The detective watched his reactions out of the corner of her eye, hoping she wasn't giving him the satisfaction he clearly craved.<br/><br/>He spoke to Derek and his next words hit her hard, forcing her to face him directly, catching his wink. Again, she was forced to take a decision. Lyra could either continue to fight him, trying to push his arm back out of her shirt, or she could allow him to do as he pleased. Cole's fingers brushed the top of her white, lacey bra. He was going to do whatever he wanted regardless...<br/><br/>Dropping her head Lyra let go of his arm, clutching the sides of her chair in an attempt to keep herself from "misbehaving" again. His hand slid inside her bra, groping her breast. He'd find that they were deceptively larger than they appeared on the outside, another reason for the oversized shirt. With natural 32 DD's it was hard to be taken seriously in the workplace. Again she could feel his eyes on her as he asked if he should say hello before pinching her nipple. The involuntary squeak it illicited made her ears go red, matching her flaming locks. "N-no... No more please... I'll play ball, just no more." She pleaded, hoping Cole would finally stop. This was her place of work. They couldn't be doing this here.