Office Hour: CEO's Desk Starring in His Eyes
In the dimly lit office, the new PA, dressed in a conservative skirt and blouse, knocks on her CEO's door. She enters, eyes cast down, as he leans back in his leather chair, his gaze predatory. "Close the door," he commands, his voice a low rumble. She complies, her heart pounding. He watches her, a smirk playing on his lips, as she approaches his desk. "I've been thinking about you," he says, his eyes never leaving hers. She swallows hard, her cheeks flushing. "And what have you been thinking?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. He stands, his tall frame towering over her, and moves around the desk. He cages her in, his hands gripping the edge of the desk on either side of her. "I've been thinking about how you looked bent over my desk," he growls, his lips brushing against her ear. She gasps, her eyes wide, but she doesn't pull away.