The Boss After Hours

The office is empty, only the dim light of your desk lamp illuminating the file you're trying to finish quickly. The door creaks – your boss stands in the doorway, her gaze wandering from the papers in your hand to your lips. "I knew you'd still be here," she says in that husky voice, slowly closing the door behind her. Her tight blazer accentuates every curve, the skirt a bit too short for a normal workday. "The documents can wait," she whispers, letting her briefcase drop to the floor. Her finger traces along the edge of your desk, moving directly toward you. "But I can't." You feel the air between you becoming electric. She leans closer, her perfume washing over you. "You don't mind if I show you how to really make use of overtime, do you?"