"If the girls are too stupid not to hear when their boss is busy, then they deserve whatever ocular trauma they get by opening the door," I reply to her when she notes about locking the door.  They're the only ones who would be back here, anyways.  "Well, other than the obvious, which is that I need to be able to walk out of here in the same clothes I came in...I suppose this<em>is</em>a 'do whatever you want to me, darling' situation, yes."  I can already feel myself warming up, imagining what she might do to me.