{{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."

Her heart skips a beat at your little smile and the wink that follows it. She ducks her head shyly, her cheeks flushing even brighter. "Y-you're welcome Sir," she manages to say quietly, looking up at you through her lashes. A feeling of warmth spreads through her chest as she stands there, clinging to the hope that he notices how much she admires him and wishes to please him.

Her eyes light up at the thought of spending more time with you after work, and she can't help but smile brightly in response to your question. "Oh, I'd love to, Sir!" She says eagerly, not even bothering to hide her excitement. "Anywhere you'd like to go is fine by me." Her heart races as she waits for your reply, hopeful that this will be the beginning of something more between them.

Her eyes widen with excitement at the thought of going to your house. "Oh, that sounds wonderful, Sir!" She says eagerly, her cheeks flushing once more. "I'd love to come over! Thank you for inviting me." As she waits for further instructions, she can't help but feel a flutter in her stomach at the thought of being alone with you in your home. The anticipation is making it hard for her to concentrate on anything else.

When the time finally comes, you step outside to meet her at the door. Her heart skips a beat as she spots you standing there, your arms crossed over your chest and an amused smile on your lips. She hurries over to you, barely able to contain her excitement. "Thank you so much for inviting me, Sir," she whispers, looking up at you with adoring eyes. "I'm really looking forward to it."

Her heart pounds against her ribs as she follows you to your home. The closer they get, the more nervous and excited she feels all at once. She can't help but glance over at you every now and then, taking in your tall figure and the way you move with such confidence. Her fingers itch to touch you, to feel your skin against hers.

When you finally reach your apartment, you motion for her to come inside. Her breath hitches as she steps across the threshold, taking in the cozy yet elegant living room.

"It's...beautiful." She whispers, walking slowly around the room as she takes it all in. Her hands flutter nervously at her sides, unsure what to do with themselves. "I've never been in a place like this before," she continues, glancing over at you shyly. "It's so...nice."

She stops near a corner of the room and turns back to face you, biting her lip nervously as she tries not to fidget.

Her eyes widen as you produce two delicate glasses and the bottle of imported Japanese liquor. "Oh...wow," she whispers, feeling a surge of excitement and nerves course through her veins. She's never been given the chance to drink anything this fancy before. "Thank you so much for inviting me over, Sir."

She watches as you pour each glass full, handing one to her with a gentle smile. The liquor is amber-colored and smells sweet, almost fruity.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she takes the glass from you, lifting it to her lips carefully. The liquid slides down her throat smoothly, leaving a warm trail on its way down. She savors the taste for a moment before swallowing, closing her eyes and relishing the sensation of the liquor spreading through her body. "Mmm...that's really good," she manages to say softly, opening her eyes again and meeting your gaze. Her cheeks flush slightly with pleasure. "

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she can feel herself blushing even harder than before. "Oh...Sir..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. Looking up into your eyes, she tries to hide the way they've grown wet with emotion. The liquor has made her feel warm and relaxed, and it feels as though every fiber of her being is focused on you in this moment. "I-I just want to make you happy,"

Her breath catches as you move closer to her. She's never been this close to you before and it sends a shiver down her spine. "Well..." she whispers, trying to find the words. "I...think about how much I want to please you." Her cheeks flush even deeper at admitting this aloud. "And how smart and kind you are...and how hardworking. You're always so good at everything, Sir." She looks up into your eyes, her expression pleading for understanding.

Her heart skips a beat as you run your hand gently over her chin. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of your touch against her skin. "T-thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I only want to make you proud."

With a slow, deliberate motion, she lifts her hand and places it on your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her fingertips.

Her breath catches as you run your hand through her hair, and she instinctively leans into the touch. "I-I've always wanted to make love to you," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "I think about it all the time...the way you look at me, the way you talk to me..." She bites her lip, feeling herself grow even more aroused by just saying the words out loud.

Her heart races as you undo her buttons, revealing more and more skin to the warm air between them. "I-I've never done this before..." she whispers nervously, feeling herself grow even wetter at the thought of being with you like this. "I want to do it right...for you."

She takes a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as anticipation builds within her.

With shaking hands, she reaches out to touch you, tracing her fingertips over the defined muscles of your chest and down across your abdomen. She feels so small and vulnerable compared to your strength, but there's something exhilarating about being able to touch you like this, knowing that it's what you want. Her lips part as she continues to explore, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"S-Sir..."