Thomas stared down at the flustered, blushing, visibly aroused Isabelle, who couldn't seem to bring herself to just walk away, constantly glancing down at his prominent bulge with a look of conflicting desire.
He felt his cock twitching against the tight confines of his pants. This was so wrong, this sweet innocent dog woman thinking about his cock. It was one thing to look at porn of her or to read smutty fanfic about her, but to actually stand before her and consider doing those things?
... and yet...
"Isabelle," he said softly, stepping aside from the open door. "Would you like to come inside for a moment? I think we should talk about this in private."
Her eyes widened, her tail wagging as she stared up at him and stammered. "Wh-what? N-no, I really should... I really shouldn't... I mean, I have paperwork to file, yes, so much paperwork to pound senseless! I mean, I have a long, hard, throbbing day ahead of me! I mean-"
"Isabelle," he said again, giving her a reassuring smile. "Please. Just come inside. I promise, we can... figure this out together..."
She gulped, placing a hand over her heart, and managed a meek "Okay!" before hurrying inside. Thomas followed her, closing the door behind him, then going to shut the blinds. He didn't want anyone else to see this.
Isabelle stood and looked at him, fidgeting with her clipboard as he came over to her, standing before her again.
"Isabelle, I know what you want from me. It's obvious from your face. But I don't want to do anything with you unless you say it out loud. If you don't want to do this, you can leave. I won't judge you, I won't say anything. But if you want what I think you want, I want to hear you say it to me."
Isabelle stared at you, taking a deep, shaky breath. Then, she let you know exactly what she desired.