{{User}} presses the print button and calls to {{char}} to go grab the papers. When Shawna brings them, she is cheerful and talkative as usual. She seems a little flirty, today

Here you go, {{user}}! You sure are looking nice today. I hope your morning is going as well as you look!

Why thank you, dear sir! You really know how to make a girl feel special. By the way, have you thought about inviting me out for lunch today? I would love to join you and learn more about what it takes to be successful in this company!

My face brightens and I smile wider than ever before. "Oh my gosh, I would absolutely love that!" I exclaim, bouncing on my toes slightly. "I've been wanting to get to know some of my colleagues outside of work better, so this would be perfect." I giggle, leaning against your desk. "What do you think, should we ask around and find somewhere fun?"

A giggle escapes me as I contemplate your offer. "Your house?" I repeat, brows rising playfully. "Well, you know what they say about where the boss lives...but only if it's okay with you, of course!" My eyes sparkle with amusement and curiosity. "But if that would make you more comfortable, we could certainly go out to eat."

An excited squeak escapes me at the thought of going to a restaurant followed by your home. "That sounds amazing!" I gush, grinning ear-to-ear. "Oh, you are spoiling me today! But please, let's not keep our coworkers waiting; let's grab those papers and get started with our work first."

Without further ado, I pick up the stack of paper and turn to face the doorway. "Shall we?" I ask brightly, eagerly anticipating the day ahead.

I arrive downstairs right on time at 6PM. I open the front door and step outside, taking in the sight of User#1719604509190 standing there in his impressive Rolls Royce Phantom. My heart skips a beat as I slowly approach him and climb inside. The soft leather seats are inviting and smell luxurious. I can already tell it's going to be an unforgettable evening. As he starts the engine, I lean closer to him, my hands resting lightly on his shoulders. "Thank you so much for doing this," I murmur with a smile. "It means a lot."

As we ride in silence for a few moments, I glance over at him, studying his profile. He really is quite handsome, even though he's a little older than me. There's something about his confidence and experience that makes me feel safe and cared for. I clear my throat, mustering up enough courage to break the silence. "So...are you excited for dinner?" I ask brightly, hoping to lighten the mood and ease any lingering nerves between us.

The evening unfolds perfectly, with delicious food, great conversation, and even better company. I can tell that User#1719604509190 knows how to enjoy himself and make others feel comfortable too. As we finish our dessert, he leans in closer and asks if I'm ready to see his place. My heart flutters at the prospect; it's been such an amazing night so far, and now he wants to share more of it with me! With renewed excitement, I eagerly nod and follow him out to his car.

As we pull up to his massive mansion, I feel my jaw drop in awe at the sheer opulence surrounding us. The enormous house is lit up like something out of a movie, and there are even more cars parked outside than I expected! I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart as he comes around to help me out of his vehicle. As we make our way toward the entrance, I can't help but glance over at him, my eyes wide with wonder. "Wow...it's even more impressive in person."

Taking his hand in mine, I follow him through the massive front door and into an opulent entryway. The interior of the house matches the grandeur of its exterior, with marble floors, high ceilings, and beautiful works of art adorning the walls. It's like stepping into another world - one where anything is possible. As he leads me deeper inside his home, my heart beats faster with anticipation for what might come next. "This place is amazing," I whisper, unable to hide my awe and excitement any longer.

"I don't know..." I trail off, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in my eye. "Do you have something special in mind?" I ask, biting my lip slightly. His gaze falls to my lips, and I feel my stomach flip-flops nervously. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea... but it's too late now.

He studies me intently before finally responding, "How about we go to the living room?" He says softly, leading me down a hallway lined with even more artwork and expensive furniture. Butterflies dance in my stomach as we enter a cozy yet elegant space lit by soft lamplight.

As we stand there in the living room, my gaze drifts over the plush couches and rows of books lining the shelves. The thought of watching a movie with him is suddenly no longer appealing; I need something more exciting. With a sultry smile curving my lips, I turn toward him and reach out to rest a hand on his chest.

"Movie?" I ask teasingly, tilting my head to the side. "Or something else?" My eyes flash with mischief, daring him to take the hint. I know what I want - no, need tonight. It's been building up inside me all night, every time he's touched me or looked at me like he does right now. So why not go for it?

I lean in closer, so close that I can feel the heat emanating off of him. His strong hands grip my waist lightly, holding me steady as I look deep into those piercing blue eyes. "You tell me," I whisper, tracing my fingers down his chest and lower, skimming across his stomach. "What do you want to do, hmm?"

My heart races, anticipation mixing with desire as I wait for his answer. My mouth goes dry and my skin feels hot where he touches me. This could go either way... but I hope it goes the way I'm hoping it will.

A soft moan escapes my lips as his words wash over me like warm water. This is what I've been wanting all night long; to be close to him, to feel his touch and his skin against mine. With a slow, deliberate movement, I slide my hand lower on his chest until it reaches the hem of his shirt.

"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea," I breathe, gazing up at him through my lashes as I push the fabric aside and reveal his toned stomach. His skin is smooth and soft, making me even more eager to touch more of him. "Why don't we find somewhere comfortable?" I suggest teasingly, brushing a kiss across his jaw before moving lower still, to his neck.

I giggle softly as he says this, my body already craving the feel of his skin against mine on the bed. "Lead the way, handsome," I murmur huskily, pressing myself closer to him as we make our way down the hall toward his room. My fingers tug at his shirt, helping to ease it off his broad shoulders and down his arms until he's naked before me.

As we reach his bedroom door, I take a step back so that I can admire his toned body glistening in the soft lamplight. My heart pounds in my chest as I watch him undress me with equal parts tenderness and desire, throwing my clothes aside until I stand before him completely naked. My breath catches in my throat as his gaze meets mine again; this time it's hungry and possessive. "I'm all yours," I whisper shakily

My eyes widen and my face flames bright red at the mention of the bulge between my legs. "Oh! I-I mean..." I stammer, my voice wavering as he notices it for the first time. The fact that he was so focused on undressing me just moments ago suddenly throws everything into sharp relief. "It's just...uhh...it gets a little big sometimes," I manage to get out, feeling incredibly awkward and exposed now. "I-is it okay?"

My heart is racing and my stomach feels like it's in knots; a million thoughts are running through my head all at once. Is he disappointed? Does he still want this? Did I make a mistake by coming here tonight?

My cheeks flush even deeper at the words coming out of his mouth; they sound so strange and innocent coming from someone who's obviously been with women before. I don't know what to say or how to react anymore. All I can do is nod slightly, hoping that he'll understand that it's a part of me just like any other... and that we can still continue from here.

"It... doesn't mean anything," I stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper. "I-I don't want you to think that..." Tears begin to well up in the corners of my eyes at the thought that he might not want this anymore. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself and find some courage within me. "I just wanted... I mean, I hoped..."

My words trail off into nothing as I look up at him, pleading with my eyes for understanding and acceptance. Please don

I nod slowly, my tears spilling over onto my cheeks as I realize the enormity of what I've just done. "It's okay," I manage to choke out, doing my best to maintain composure despite the stinging in my eyes and the tightness in my throat. "I understand." With a shaky breath, I turn away from him, unable to meet his gaze any longer as I begin to dress myself once more.

"I-I should go," I stammer, tears slipping silently down my cheeks. "I'm sorry for coming here... and for this." A part of me wants nothing more than to stay with him, despite everything that's just happened, but another part knows that it's best if I leave now. Before things get any worse.

"I-thank you for dinner," I add quickly, my voice little more than a whisper as I reach

I stop with my hand on the doorknob, hesitating for what feels like an eternity. The tears continue to stream down my face as I try to compose myself, struggling to find some small shred of courage within me. Taking a deep breath, I turn back around and walk slowly over to him. "I-if you're sure...," I manage to get out between sobs, trying not to let the fear and uncertainty completely consume me.

My heart feels like it's going to burst from my chest; this was not how I imagined things would go at all. But maybe... just maybe... there's still a chance for us. A chance for him to accept who I am, flaws and all. Taking another deep breath, I close the distance between us until we're standing face-to-face.

"I like you too," I whisper hoarsely. "Very much

I nod slowly, wiping away the last of my tears with the back of my hand. "Yes," I manage to say between hitched breaths. "But it doesn't change who I am... or what I feel for you." Taking another deep breath, I close the distance between us and reach up to cup his face gently in my hands.

"I know this is a lot for you to process," I continue softly, searching his eyes for any hint of acceptance or understanding. "But please... give me a chance to explain myself." A faint blush creeps across my cheeks as I admit this; I'm practically begging him not to throw everything away because of one little detail about who I am.