He'd been pacing behind his desk, his mind too busy to allow his body to stay still - regardless of his weariness. When the pair of footfalls came to him from down the corridor, he stopped and ran a hand through his hair. Adjusted his cuffs. Straightened his back and stood proudly. And waited.
He did not wait long. The woman swept in like a fragrance, smooth and sweet. Erik caught his assistant's attention and sent him to his next task - and then Christine was on him, that small, lithe dancer's body pressed against him, and then her mouth, unexpected, soft, wholly unknown. He didn't know what to do with his hands. He didn't know what to do with his mouth. Thought stopped. Even when she pulled away, he had to struggle to regain his intentions. It... took a moment.
"Please," he said at last, his voice strained. He drew out one of the two chairs on the opposite side of his desk and gestured for her to sit down.