<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#408080"><div style="text-align: center">Her eyes widened another fraction at how close and intimate the pair got, the smell of sex and the feel of warmth rising in the room. It was a miracle they hadn't been caught before and been told to report to her office. But she certainly understood how they could not have been caught at the same time. They hardly spoke, get their sounds to a minimum and were as quiet as heated lovers needed to be. Especially secretive ones. She found herself leaning past the small rack that held the cleaning supplies to get a better view and then shook her head, the end of her ponytail accidentally touching upon a bottle. She watched as it tipped over, making a sound against the metal shelf before she caught it and put it back. But it was too late, the sound had been made and they would notice. She bit her lip as she hid behind the rack, hoping they wouldn't go investigating. She didn't know what she would do against the pair, especially since they were pretty much naked and delicious...and her libido was making her head pound with possibilities. She mentally told her hormones to promptly shut up as she reached out to turn the knob and slip out of the room, praying that they wouldn't look her way and see her in the dim lighting. Even though she was a higher-up in the ranks, she didn't want to be caught peeping. It was just rude.​</div></span>