Act apologetic

You look down and realize that your assistant is correct: as you stand in your bedroom, half-ogling the Gray Elf woman's trim figure, you've gotten hard enough that you could use your dick as a hammer.

"Shit," you stammer. "You're right. Sorry, I didn't realize..."

"Sir," she replies. "There is no need to apologize. It is not as though this is anything unexpected, nor is it anything I have not seen before."

Nonetheless, you make a feeble effort to conceal your rigid member, your hands shifting in front of your groin as you turn away slightly.

"I understand that in circumstances such as this," Aeola continues. "Some women would find your reaction to this situation endearing, or some may even say cute."

"I'm not trying to be cute," you say, grabbing the nearest pair of pants from your dresser and pulling them on. Now that you are at least semi-covered, you regain some of your composure.

"In fact, on most days," your assistant continues. "I will admit that there is a reasonable likelihood that you would be able to persuade me to assist you to do something with the cause of your current discomfort."

You've known Aeola long enough to know that that last sentence was her idea of a come-on.

"But I must reiterate that in the at the moment, we should have other priorities," she says, gesturing towards the door. "As I mentioned earlier, the staff are gathering, and they will be awaiting your address."

She's really on you about punctuality today. You make a mental note that later you may have to get on her about something else.

"Alright, alright," you say with resignation. "Give me a couple minutes to get my act together, and I'll meet you downstairs."

"Very well, sir," Olivia answers with a slight nod. You catch a hint of amusement in her eyes and something else - arousal? "And sir, I was serious - in other circumstances, perhaps this could have been a more interesting exchange. But in the meantime, I shall meet you downstairs."

With that, Aeola leaves, closing the door behind her. As the sound of light, elven footsteps trickle down the hall, you get yourself ready for the rest of the day.