My Place Instead?

You reach for Clara's hand as she continues straightening her appearance, gently tugging her closer before she can fully shift back into her professional persona.

"About tonight," you begin, your Irish lilt softening the words. "Instead of your place, why don't you come over to mine?"

Clara pauses, arching one perfectly manicured eyebrow. "Your place? With David there?"

You nod, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of your newly plumped lips. "It might be fun to have the home-field advantage for once. Besides," you add, lowering your voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "I've been thinking about having you in my bed all day."

The flush that had just begun to fade from Clara's cheeks returns instantly. She studies your face for a moment, her teeth catching her bottom lip as she considers the proposition.

"Your flatmate won't mind?" she asks, though the glint in her eye suggests she's already warming to the idea.

"He'll either make himself scarce or..." you let the implication hang in the air between you, surprising yourself with your boldness.

Clara's eyes widen slightly before a slow, appreciative smile spreads across her face. "Well, aren't you full of surprises today?"

She steps closer, her perfume—an expensive blend of jasmine and vanilla—enveloping you as she presses a lingering kiss to your neck, just below your ear.

"I'll bring wine," she murmurs against your skin. "Say... eight o'clock?"

You nod, a delicious shiver running down your spine at the promise in her voice. "Perfect."

Clara reluctantly pulls away, smoothing her skirt one final time. "I really do need to get back to work now. Zara will be wondering what's taking so long."

"Of course," you reply, gathering your clutch and moving toward the door. "I wouldn't want to keep you from your important business meetings."

The playful emphasis you place on "meetings" makes Clara laugh—a genuine sound that transforms her face, momentarily erasing the composed executive and revealing the playful woman beneath.

"I'll see you tonight," she says, her voice dropping to that sultry register that makes your enhanced body respond in ways you're still getting used to.

As you reach for the door handle, Clara calls out softly, "Oh, and Mia?"

You turn, questioning.

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"Wear something easy to take off." Her eyes travel deliberately down your body, lingering on the curves enhanced by your tight Office Tease outfit.

With a final smile, you slip through the door and into the corridor, feeling the weight of Clara's gaze on you until the door clicks shut behind you.

15:35 | Monday 4 August 2025 | Fifteenth Floor, Harrington Global Bank

All tasks completed for today!

Return Points: 67/100

Babe Bucks: 20