Ask Maria for a tour of Rick's office, trying to get her alone to confide in her about your relationship with Rick

Maria's professional composure wavers under the barrage of your enthusiastic compliments, her cheeks flushing as she tries to maintain workplace decorum.

"Oh my god, would you pretty please show me Daddy's office?" you ask, bouncing slightly on your heels, making your D-cups strain against the conservative cream blouse. "I bet it's, like, super impressive and stuff!"

Maria glances at Rick, seeking guidance. He merely shrugs, an amused smile playing at his lips.

"I suppose that would be fine," Maria concedes, smoothing her charcoal skirt nervously. "Mr. Bellingham, shall I pull the Harrison contracts while you check your messages?"

"Perfect," Rick agrees. "Take your time showing Ashley around. I'll be in the conference room with Harrison's team in fifteen minutes."

As Rick disappears down the hallway, you link your arm through Maria's, pulling her close enough that she can't help but notice your perfume—the special scent enhanced by DADDY'S FAMILY PLAN pheromones.

"So how long have you worked for Daddy?" you ask, wide-eyed with feigned innocence as Maria leads you toward Rick's corner office.

"Seven years," she replies, professional smile firmly in place despite your arm looped through hers. "Mr. Bellingham has built quite an empire."

You giggle, leaning closer. "You call him Mr. Bellingham at work? That's so formal! Do you call him Rick when nobody's listening?"

Maria's steps falter slightly. "That wouldn't be appropriate."

Inside Rick's expansive office—all gleaming mahogany and floor-to-ceiling windows—you immediately skip to his desk, running your fingers along the polished surface.

"This is where all the important stuff happens," you marvel, then spin to face Maria. "Can I tell you a secret?"

Before she can respond, you're perching on Rick's desk, legs crossed demurely but still showing enough thigh to make her glance away uncomfortably.

"I totally think it's weird you and Daddy never hooked up," you confide, twirling a pigtail around your finger. "Like, you're such a complete hottie! And trust me, Daddy has such a yummy cock."

Maria nearly chokes, her professional mask slipping completely. "Miss Ashley! That's extremely inappropriate—"

"Oh please, call me Ashley! We're practically family now," you interrupt, leaning forward conspiratorially. "I know you're divorced... Daddy told me. Your ex is marrying someone younger? What an idiot! You're way hotter than some basic young thing."

Maria stands frozen, caught between professional outrage and unexpected emotional validation. The pheromones wafting from you combine with your genuine-seeming compliments, creating a potent cocktail that's visibly affecting her.

"I—that's not—" she stutters, then takes a deep breath. "My personal life isn't relevant to the workplace."

You slip off the desk, moving to stand directly in front of her. Despite being several inches shorter, your enhanced presence makes you seem to fill the space between you.

"But don't you ever get lonely?" you ask, your voice dropping to a breathy whisper. "Don't you ever look at Daddy and wonder what it would be like?"

Maria's resistance visibly weakens, her eyes darting to the door to ensure you're still alone. "Mr. Bellingham is my employer."

"And he's my Daddy," you giggle, reaching out to touch her arm lightly. "But he could be yours too, you know. We don't mind sharing."

16:05 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Rick's Office, Bellingham Properties, London

[DADDY'S WORK WIFE] | [Medium] | [48 hrs] | [31 hours 55 minutes remaining]