Treading a Fine Line

On a particularly warm morning, Amelia decided to wear a tiny pair of shorts and a top that showed a bit more cleavage than usual. Although tall and slim, she was quite gifted in the breasts department, and the top did a good job of highlighting that. As she laced up her running shoes, she felt a mix of confidence and anticipation for her morning run with Dane. When she arrived at the park, Dane was already there, stretching. He looked up and smiled, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than usual. "Morning," he greeted, his eyes briefly flicking down to her outfit before meeting her gaze again.

As they set off, their conversation started with the usual talk about work. Amelia updated Dane on the progress of the major campaign she was leading, and he provided some insights and suggestions. The atmosphere was friendly and professional, yet Amelia couldn't help but notice a slight tension in the air, an undercurrent of something unspoken.

After a few minutes, Dane complimented Amelia's physique. "You've really kept in great shape, Amelia. It's impressive."

Amelia felt her cheeks heat up but returned the compliment with a smile. "Thank you, Dane. You’re quite the athlete yourself. I mean, it's not every day you see someone in such good shape."

Dane graciously accepted the compliment, and for a brief moment, their eyes met hinting at more than just professional admiration. Though his gaze lingered on her a little longer this morning, it didn't bother her. In fact, she found herself enjoying the attention.

They parted ways, heading to their respective homes to get ready for the day. As Amelia showered and dressed for work, she couldn't shake the feeling that their relationship was evolving. The lines between professional and personal were beginning to blur, and she found herself wondering where this new dynamic might lead.