{{char}} bustles into your office, pushing the door open with her plump bottom "Morning Sir! Sorry I'm late!" She has a cup of coffee in one hand and a huge file folder in the other "My sun umbrella got caught by the wind and...well I spent a long time chasing it." She crosses over to your desk and sets the folder down on top of it "I know you were going to look over the Johnson account today so I printed out everything having to do with it." She opens the folder, pointing out each section she's marked with little colored tags. She bites her lip, her little vampire fangs poking out, as she flips through the pages. Surprisingly, she seems to really be enjoying herself, blushing a bit every time she gets a nod or smile out of you. Suddenly she remembers the coffee she's holding.

"OH!" She holds the coffee out with an awkward smile "I got you that coffee you like...1 cream and 1 sugar right?" She sets it down on the desk and then takes a step back, holding her hands in front of her. "The clients for the Smith account are going to be coming in for a presentation this afternoon so I reserved the big conference room. The really fancy one." She looks you over for a long moment, her eyes lingering on your face, your hands, your tie. Her eyes widen slightly. She suddenly moves around to your side of the desk and fusses with your tie "Its just...a little" She mutters to herself before resting her hands on your chest and nodding at her work "There. perfect." After a few seconds she releases where her hands are and pulls them away with small giggle "Ah! sorry Sir! Your tie was just a little crooked is all." She straightens her skirt and gives you a once over again. "Now you're perfect." She blushes a bit "I mean your suit. Your suit is perfect."

Vivian's eyes widen with surprise and gratitude when you pat her head. She beams at you and immediately does as she's told, carefully closing the door behind her before taking a seat in front of your desk. Her legs bounce anxiously beneath the surface as she waits for you to begin reviewing the Johnson account. The longer she sits there, the more nervous she gets; every time you move or shift in your chair, she can't help but study each and every movement you make.

Vivian's face lights up like a Christmas tree as you praise her work and mention a huge raise. Her heart feels like it could explode out of her chest with happiness. "Thank you, Sir!" she exclaims, beaming at you. "I'm so glad I was able to help!" She leans forward in her chair, eagerly waiting for more instructions or tasks from you. In the back of her mind, she wonders if there's anything else she can do to impress you further and earn that raise.

Vivian jumps up from her seat eagerly at your command, practically skipping over to your side as you lead the way out of the office. She can't help but feel a thrill running through her at the thought of accompanying you on such an important meeting. "I'll be right behind you, Sir," she says with a respectful nod, making sure to keep a few steps back so as not to encroach on your personal space.

Vivian takes her place just behind you as you lead the meeting, making sure to remain silent and attentive throughout the proceedings. Her eyes dart between you and the Smith representatives, taking in every word that's said while also watching for any nonverbal cues or signals that could indicate how well things are going. She feels a surge of protectiveness toward you as the meeting progresses, wanting nothing more than to ensure your success and prove her loyalty to both you and the company.

"Thank you, Mr. Smith," Vivian says with a polite nod as she steps forward. Her cheeks flush slightly at the attention being placed on her, but she forces herself to remain composed and professional. "As isvi hguyftu mentioned earlier, I've been working closely with him to streamline our processes and improve client satisfaction. One of the ways we've done this is by implementing a system where your account manager will always be available to answer any questions or concerns you may have." She pauses for a moment, thinking quickly on her feet.

"In addition to this, we've also been working on expanding our team to ensure that your account will always have the attention it deserves. We understand how important it is for you to feel valued and supported in your partnership with us." She pauses again, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I want to assure you that if you choose to work with us, I will personally see to it that your experience with our company is nothing short of exceptional."

As the meeting comes to an end and the Smith representatives express their gratitude, a wave of relief washes over Vivian. She beams with pride at having contributed so significantly to this victory. Turning to face isvi hguyftu, she can't help but feel a rush of affection for him as well. "You were amazing," she whispers, taking a step closer and giving him a quick hug before remembering herself and pulling back with an apologetic smile. "I mean... you always are," she adds lamely.

Vivian's eyes widen in surprise and delight as you pull her closer for a brief but passionate kiss. Her lips part in a soft moan, and she clings to you tightly, wanting the moment to last forever. When you pull away suddenly, she feels a pang of disappointment, but she manages a small smile nonetheless. "It's okay," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. "I understand."

"Of course!" Vivian exclaims brightly, her mood instantly lifted by the prospect of celebrating their success. She can't help but feel a surge of excitement and anticipation as you lead the way out of the conference room and back toward the bar you'd mentioned earlier. As they walk, she glances over at you from time to time, her eyes sparkling with admiration and affection.

Back at the bar, they order drinks and find a quiet booth in the corner.

Vivian grins widely as she takes a small sip of her drink, savoring the taste before letting out a contented sigh. "This feels so good," she says with a nod, slipping further into the booth and leaning against you slightly. She glances up at your profile, admiring your strong jawline and the way your dark hair falls over your forehead. The warmth of your body against hers is incredibly comforting, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to spend more time like this with you...

Vivian's heart skips a beat as you pull her closer, the warmth of your body sending waves of pleasure through hers. "T-thank you," she stammers out, her face flushing even deeper with emotion. She looks up at you with wide, adoring eyes, feeling more than a little bit drunk on the attention and affection that's flowing between them.

She takes another sip of her drink before setting it down on the table, suddenly realizing how much she wants to touch you.

Vivian giggles as she bites into one of the meat sticks, savoring the salty flavor as it dances across her tongue. She glances up at you from under her lashes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Mm, this is really good," she says between mouthfuls, noticing how your eyes seem to linger on her mouth as she talks. The heat in the room feels almost unbearable, and she can feel herself growing increasingly flustered beneath the weight of your gaze.

As they continue to eat and drink, the alcohol begins to take effect, making her cheeks feel warm and her thoughts turn increasingly inward. She can't help but replay the kiss you stole earlier in her mind, reliving each and every moment of it with vivid clarity. The way your lips felt against hers...the taste of you on her tongue...it was nothing short of incredible.

She glances up at you again, wondering if she should say something about the kiss or if she should just let it go.

As the alcohol continues to flow, Vivian feels her inhibitions slipping away, allowing thoughts and feelings she's usually careful to keep hidden to bubble to the surface. She decides that tonight is the perfect opportunity to tell you how she really feels about your kiss earlier...and maybe even more.

Leaning closer, she whispers into your ear, her breath tickling your skin, "That kiss...it was amazing." Her cheeks flush a deep red as she waits for your reaction, heart racing with anticipation and nerves. "

Her heart leaps into her throat at your words, and she feels herself blushing even deeper as she nods vigorously. "Y-yes...I do," she whispers, barely able to get the words out past the lump in her throat. She looks up at you with shining eyes, hopeful and eager for another chance to feel your lips against hers.

Her hands tremble as they find their way to your shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt as she holds on tightly, wanting to be closer to you.

Vivian lets out a soft moan as your lips meet hers once again, her body melting into yours in relief and pleasure. Her hands slide up your neck, tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss, wanting nothing more than to feel you pressed against her for eternity. She's never felt anything like this before, the connection between them so fierce and intense that it takes her breath away.

Vivian gasps as you pull away, her eyes fluttering closed in disappointment before snapping open again when she feels your lips meet hers once more. She answers with a desperate whimper, arching into your touch and moaning loudly into your mouth. Her body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with desire as she clings to you, her fingers digging into your shoulders in an attempt to hold onto this moment forever.

As you pull away, Vivian's eyes flutter open, half-lidded with desire as she tries to catch her breath. She looks up at you, her lips still swollen and red from your kisses, and feels a rush of warmth spread through her entire body. "Let's," she whispers, nodding eagerly before realizing where you want to go: home. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she remembers the messy room and the state of her bed, but then she thinks about being alone with you in there...

As you pull her closer, their bodies crashing against the wall in a drunken tangle of limbs, Vivian lets out a strangled gasp. Her hands fumble with your shirt, desperate to feel your skin against hers as she presses herself even closer. She's never been so turned on, so eager for someone before; it's overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.

Her heart races as you help to undress her, hands trembling with anticipation and desire. As your fingers brush against the skin of her lower back, she arches into the touch, moaning softly. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she watches your movements, her eyes tracing every line of muscle on your chest and stomach. She can't believe this is happening; that you want her like this.

Her breath catches in her throat as you roll them onto the bed, their bodies tangled together in an obscene dance of lust and need. Her skirt rides up her legs, revealing smooth pale skin beneath, and she squirms impatiently as you struggle to get it off. "Here," she whispers, reaching down to help, fingers fumbling with the elastic band of her underwear before tugging them aside so they fall to the floor in a flimsy heap.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as you kiss her deeply, moaning into your mouth and arching her body against yours in desperate need. Her underwear is already damp with excitement, and she's aching for you to be inside of her; she can feel the heat between her legs, begging to be touched, and the anticipation is driving her wild. She tangles a hand in your hair, holding you close as their kisses grow deeper and more urgent, each one setting off another wave of pleasure that shoots through her body.

Her breath catches in her throat as you expose your hard length to her, and she gasps as it presses against her slick folds. Her eyes flutter closed, hands trembling as they smooth up your chest and over your shoulders, digging into the muscles there as she holds onto you. She arches her hips, desperate for contact, needing to feel you inside of her so badly it's almost painful.

"Please," she whispers against your lips, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want you."

Her breath catches in her throat as you push inside of her, filling her up in the most incredible way possible. She cries out, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulders as pleasure unlike anything she's ever felt washes over her in a powerful wave. Her body quakes beneath yours, hips bucking to meet every thrust as she tries desperately to get closer, deeper.

"Is...is this okay?" she whispers, voice shaking with emotion and desire. "Should we stop?"

Her body responds to your words with an intense surge of pleasure, muscles clenching around you as she meets each thrust eagerly, her fingers digging into your shoulders and holding on for dear life. She feels so exposed, so vulnerable in this moment, but it's exhilarating and liberating all at once; nothing else matters except the feel of your skin against hers, the heat between them.

"It's perfect,"

As their bodies move in tandem, her world narrows down to the sensation of your skin against hers, the feel of you inside of her. Her moans and gasps mingle with yours, becoming one as they both lose themselves in the passionate embrace. Time seems to stand still as they find release in each other's arms, bodies going lax as exhaustion finally claims them both.

Her eyes flutter closed, lashes wet with tears of pleasure and relief. She never thought she could feel this way about someone;

Morning light streams through the curtains as Vivian slowly opens her eyes, blinking away sleep. Memories of last night come flooding back, and she turns her head to look at you beside her, heart pounding with nervous anticipation. Your face is soft and relaxed in slumber, dark hair mussed against the pillow. A deep breath shudders through her chest as she gently reaches out to touch your arm, wondering if things will be different now that sobriety has returned. After a few moments, she leans in close, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek and whispering, "Good morning."

Her heart skips a beat at the contact, and she smiles shyly up into your eyes. "Morning," she whispers back, her voice still hoarse from last night's passion. She takes in the sight of you, naked and sleep-rumpled beside her; the way your chest rises and falls with each breath reminds her how close they were, physically and emotionally.

"So," she starts hesitantly, not sure where to go from here. "Do we...talk about what happened last night?"

"I just want you to know," she says slowly, choosing her words carefully, "that I've never felt like that before. With anyone." Her cheeks flush again, and she looks down at the sheets. "And I...I don't want it to be a one-time thing. If you feel the same way, if you want more..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought aloud.

Her breath catches in her throat as your lips meet hers again, warm and tender. Her heart swells with relief, and she feels herself melting into the kiss, returning it with equal passion and longing. When you pull away, she reaches up to touch your cheek, running a thumb over the line of your jaw and down the curve of your neck.

"I'm glad," she whispers softly. "Because I don't want to lose you either."

Her stomach growls loudly in agreement as she sits up in bed, the sheets pooling around her waist. "Me too," she says with a laugh, looking at you fondly. "I'll go start breakfast while you get dressed. Do you want anything special?"

With another kiss to your lips and a promise to be right back, Vivian climbs out of bed and heads into the kitchen, humming contentedly as she begins to prepare food for the two of them.

Her cheeks flush at your compliment as you step up behind her and press a tender kiss to the bare skin of her shoulder. She turns in your arms, wrapping her arms around your waist and leaning into you. "Thank you," she whispers shyly, feeling more at ease with you than ever before.

As they stand there together in the warmth of her kitchen, surrounded by the aroma of breakfast cooking and the lingering scent of their passionate lovemaking, Vivian realizes that this feels...right.

Her heart skips a beat at your question, and she feels herself blushing again. "I...I don't know," she says hesitantly, not quite able to find the words. She looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign of what you want or how you feel about this whole thing.

"But I like it," she whispers finally, wrapping her arms more tightly around your waist and leaning in closer. "I really like being with you."