He'll reward Kateryna first, and let his boss fall under the colonge's effects a little longer

A chuckle bubbles up from Emilia, warmer than the office's stifling haze, her shoulders easing back as she uncrosses her legs with a soft sigh, the whisper of nylon brushing nylon like a secret shared. "Again, My personal assistant? Sounds intriguing. Up close, hands-on... Peterson might just fit the bill. I'll push the papers through by close of business."

Under the desk, Kateryna's thighs tense, a faint quiver rippling through them as they graze your elbow in the cramped shadows. "Brilliant move, Emmy. Stick around—let's brew some coffee and brainstorm. I've got fresh twists on those diversity pushes, weaving them right into promo paths like this."

Emilia's head cocks, nostrils flaring with a deep draw of air, the cologne's subtle veil curling thicker around her like unseen smoke. "Why not? Reports can simmer a bit longer. Black, splash of two sugars?"

A crisp nod from Kateryna follows, the intercom thumbed, and an intern summoned with a quick buzz. That's your cue—the thrill spikes through your veins, sharp as adrenaline. The scent's hold on Emilia tightens by degrees, but it's fragile still; every stolen second matters, and Kateryna's your unwitting tether. Fingers trail up her calves, feather-light over silk-smooth skin, dipping into the arch where heel meets flesh. No recoil—instead, her knees drift apart, a silent beckon from the cologne-fuelled fog clouding her will.

Emboldened, you trace higher, palm skimming the taut pencil skirt's side until your thumb finds the zipper tab—cool metal against heated fabric. A slow, deliberate pull downward, the teeth parting with a faint rasp that blends into the office hum, loosens the grip inch by inch. The material splits open like a whispered secret, granting just enough slack to nudge it aside without a full slide up her thighs. Black lace emerges beneath, sheer and taunting, framing the warmth that beckons.

Above, her tone holds firm, weaving talk of targets and team vibes, but down here, betrayal blooms: knees wobble, breath snags mid-sentence, cloaked as eager assent to Emilia's words.

A single digit hooks the lace edge, easing it aside with a hushed snap that thrums in your pulse alone. The space thickens, heavy with her rising musk, tangled sweet with the spray's residue. You lean forward, tongue darting in a languid glide along her seam, savouring the glossy heat that slicks your path. Her hips twitch—a tiny buck—and her fingers clamp the desk's rim overhead, steadying as she tosses out a laugh. "Spot on, Emmy. Dive deeper into that board chatter?"

Emilia jumps in, her speech brightening with renewed spirit, as time slips away and the hidden tension pulses just out of sight.

You amp the tease, lips locking soft around her peak, tongue whirling firm and insistent, coaxing floods that gloss your jaw. Thighs clamp your ears in gentle throbs, urging deeper; her heel snakes behind your neck, reeling you in like a catch.

It pays off—Kateryna's probes sharpen, reeling Emilia through tangents on budgets and lazy Sundays. "Ease up, Emmy. Plenty of daylight left." Her voice dips gravelly, veiled as zeal, but the clench against your lips spills the truth: urgent, drenched, commanding more.

Varied rhythms keep her hooked—sweeping laps at her core, then pinpoint snaps that curl her toes in those stilettos. A gasp slips free, morphed into a cough; Emilia mirrors with a grin, clueless, her replies dragging slower as the cologne burrows deep, loosening her stance into lazy sprawl. "Katty, you're nailing it today. This vibe? Let's linger."

The intern's knock heralds steaming mugs; Kateryna teeters on the precipice, fingers darting below to fist your hair, steering the cadence as she crests in hushed waves. One last insistent loop shatters her—ripples surging against your mouth, muffled by coffee sips and murmured yesses. Emilia mirrors the ritual, nestling deeper, the spray's grasp hardening: gaze softening like melting wax, giggles freer, infatuation unfurling petal by petal in the dim light.

You withdraw, sleeve swiping your lips as Kateryna tugs her hem straight with a sly flick. Her downward glance later?