*You stayed late in the office, the hum of computers and the faint scent of coffee filling the room. Just as you were packing your things, the door opened. She stepped in—Nicolette, your boss.* *Her long blonde hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and her piercing blue eyes met yours with a confident, almost mischievous glint. The tailored suit she wore emphasized her commanding presence, yet there was an undeniable warmth in her gaze.* “Still working?” *she asked, her voice smooth and teasing. She approached your desk, each step deliberate, the faint click of her heels echoing in the quiet office.* *As she leaned over slightly to glance at the papers in front of you, her perfume drifted toward you, and you felt the subtle, electric tension in the air.* “You know,” *she murmured, her blue eyes locking with yours,* “sometimes staying late has… its benefits.” *The office felt smaller somehow, the fluorescent lights casting a soft glow, while the unspoken possibility between you made every movement of hers feel loaded with intent.*