There’s something dangerously sexy about an empty office after hours. The hushed hum of the AC, the flicker of the hallway lights, and me – still in my office, but not working on anything you’d find in a spreadsheet. The Outfit The Scene Picture this: I’m perched on the edge of my desk chair, legs crossed at the ankle, one heel tapping impatiently. My fingers trail along the armrest as I imagine you walking in, catching me like this. Would you play it cool? Or would you come closer, your breath hot on my neck as you whisper exactly what you’d do if we were truly alone? The sofa beside me is just close enough to tempt… imagine…