Alan was quick to get all of Addy's  equipment out of the boxes and out on the desk.  He was very careful to ask her where she wanted each piece of equipment, but each time she tried to move something herself, he insisted on doing it.  Once he had everything positioned just as she had asked, he told her that she'd be doing the rest.  The tone of his voice wasn't a mere suggestion, he was telling her.  The tone he took with her sent a chill down her spine.<br/><br/>She did enjoy being able to take part in putting her things together.  She felt a little less a burden.  It felt good.  Even when Alan had her crawling around on the floor, and although  she was doing her best to focus on getting things plugged in to the right place, she knew Alan was keeping a close eye on her.  Addy also realized that meant he was watching her crawl around on the floor, with a ringside seat of her ass.  She was glad to be under the desk, she was certain that her face was bright red.  Feeling fortunate she was able to kneel next to the desk several times to connect wires between the docking station and the printer, router, and other things.<br/><br/>Once it was all connected, Alan invited her to sit in the chair at the desk. She turned on the laptop and breathed a sigh of relief when the Windows logo appeared on the screen. She reached forward to try to print something after it had all booted up.  When she sat back, Addy could feel Alan's fingers brush against her.  He didn't make an attempt to move them, and she didn't move away.  Everything tested out fine, they were ready to go!<br/><br/>Addy turned slightly and looked up at Alan when he suggested Thai or Sushi for dinner.  It was her treat to him since he was giving up his evening, she should certainly let him choose.  "Thai sounds great," she smiled.  "Would you like to drive separately? Or together?," she asked as she pulled on her black heels on and grabbed her matching bag.<br/>