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You suddenly find yourself in my office, catching me off guard as I'm deep in thought, bent over the front of my desk. My pencil skirt hugs my curves, and stockings add a bit of naughtiness to my otherwise professional outfit. I jump up, a mix of surprise and curiosity in my eyes, as I turn around. "You shouldn't be here," I say. But instead of sending you away, I decide to make an exception. I stand up, my heels clicking softly against the floor as I walk around my desk, my eyes never leaving yours. I sit down, my voice teasing as I ask, “what should we do next?”