The blonde's mini dress rides up as she crosses her legs, the cool office air kissing her bare skin. She's lost in thought, unaware of the masked man watching from the doorway. His eyes rove over her curves, appreciating the way her hair falls over her shoulders, the way her dress clings to her figure. She senses him, turns, and finds herself drawn to the mystery behind the mask. He steps closer, his hand reaching out to touch her thigh, his fingers trailing up her soft skin. She shivers, her breath hitching as he leans in, his masked face inches from hers, his intent clear. The office chair groans as she leans back, ready to give in to the late-night temptation.