

I sauntered over, my hips swaying slightly, my heels clicking a seductive rhythm on the floor. Your eyes followed me, tracing the curve of my waist as I leaned over the pantry chair. I could feel my skirt riding up, exposing the creamy flesh of my thighs. The office was eerily quiet at this time, and I knew we were the only two people around.
"Can I help you with something?" you asked, your voice low and smoky, a clear invitation.
I glanced over my shoulder, my heart racing. "I'm just looking for a snack," I replied, feigning innocence, the heat of your gaze like a brand on my skin.
You stepped closer, a predatory smile playing on your lips. "I can think of something much more satisfying," you murmured, your breath warm against my neck. I shivered, unable to resist the magnetic pull of your presence.