Her heels clicking against the marble floor sent a shiver down his spine, and when she dangled one off the tip of her toe during meetings, he could barely focus. He thought he was discreet, stealing glances, lingering just a little too long when she slipped out of her shoes under her desk. But she noticed. One evening, as he stayed late, she appeared at his desk, in amazing golden heels, a knowing smirk on her lips. "Since you’re so obsessed," she whispered, propping one foot onto his chair, "why don’t you show me just how addicted you really are?"