The lights were dim. Just the soft glow of a desk lamp.
You stayed late to finish work.
So did I — the beautiful coworker from down the hall..
I walked into your office, heels clicking on the floor.
Slow. Confident.
“Still working?” I asked, voice soft and smooth.
You nodded. “Trying to finish this report.”
So did I — the beautiful coworker from down the hall..
I walked into your office, heels clicking on the floor.
Slow. Confident.
“Still working?” I asked, voice soft and smooth.
You nodded. “Trying to finish this report.”
I smiled. “Need... help?”
I leaned over your desk, looking at the screen — but all you noticed was my perfume, warm and sweet.
Then I whispered, “You know... it’s after hours. Rules don’t really apply right now.”
You looked up at her.
I was close. Too close.
My eyes sparkled , lips curved into a playful grin.
“You’ve been staring at me all week,” I said. “Thought I didn’t notice?”
You swallowed.
I leaned closer.
“I don’t mind,” I whispered. “But if you want me to leave... say it now.”
You said nothing.
I was close. Too close.
My eyes sparkled , lips curved into a playful grin.
“You’ve been staring at me all week,” I said. “Thought I didn’t notice?”
You swallowed.
I leaned closer.
“I don’t mind,” I whispered. “But if you want me to leave... say it now.”
You said nothing.
I smiled, the office suddenly felt a lot warmer..
the way you painted this scene is pure cinematic… I could literally feel the tension building with every word. The soft light, the perfume, the silence — everything just pulls the reader in. You’ve turned an ordinary office into a story of spark and desire. Brilliantly written, sweetheart 