In the dimly lit office, after hours, the colleague and his friend find themselves alone, the tension palpable. She sits on the edge of the desk, crossing her legs, giving him a clear view of her toned thighs. He approaches, placing a hand on her knee, feeling the heat radiating from her. She leans back, inviting him, as he starts to explore, his fingers tracing the hem of her skirt, finding her wet, eager center. She gasps, 'I thought you'd never make a move. I've been dying for this since I walked in.'