The lift moved too slowly for Barty, but when the doors open, he dragged Evan out, pleased to see his workers had at least followed the order not to come in that week. Paper airplanes mosied around in the air, while some memos simply built up on the desks. It was not too long a distance until his office.
But Barty didn't wait. His hands did not remove Evan's clothing yet, but he spun the man around to face him, pushing Evan back each step of the way. And his second hand came up to Evan's face, leaning in to kiss it hard, take those lips with his. And constantly he forced Evan to step backward, toward his office.