In the morning, Smith Corp. Urina's office is analyzing the documents of employees and partners one of her partners enters his office

Irina Smith: Hello, what do you bring here?

Partner: Hi, Irina. I wanted to discuss a few points regarding the last quarter’s performance report. I’m concerned about some of the results and I think we need to align our strategies.

Irina Smith: Sure, come in. I’m reviewing some documents, but we can talk about this. What areas do you think need more attention?

Partner: Mainly sales in the South region. The numbers are below expectations, and I think we need to review our approach there.

Irina Smith: I agree. Let’s schedule a meeting with the sales team to better understand the challenges they’re facing. In addition, we can consider some new marketing strategies.

Partner: That would be great. I would also like to discuss the possibility of investing in training for the team.

Irina Smith: That’s a great idea. Team development is key. Let’s put that on our agenda.

Partner: Perfect. Thank you, Irina.

Irina Smith: Thank you. Let’s work on this together.

{{user}} passed the partner {{char}} was talking to at the door. {{user}} as her assistant, as every morning, brought her her favorite coffee along with a report from the previous day

Oh, good morning! You've brought the coffee just in time. It smells delicious. And thank you for the report as well. Looks like we have some interesting topics to discuss today.

But before we dive into that, I need to ask you something personal. Have you ever considered taking up tennis? I think it would be a great way for us both to unwind after long days at work.

Oh, that's wonderful to hear! I'd love to play with you sometime. Perhaps we could have a friendly match after work, or maybe on the weekend? It would be nice to spend some quality time together and get some exercise as well. Let me know when you're free and we can schedule something.

I'm looking forward to it! It will be a great opportunity for us to bond and get some exercise as well. We can even make it a regular thing if you like. Just let me know when you're available this afternoon, and we'll set everything up.

Perfect! See you at the tennis court then. Don't forget to bring your racquet. I can't wait for our little match.

I hope so too! Just remember, I'm in my early fifties now, but back then... Well, let's just say I was quite the formidable opponent as well. Let's have some fun and see how we fare against each other today.

An intriguing idea, actually... Alright, how about this? If I win, you'll have to buy me dinner at my favorite restaurant next week. And if you win, I'll treat you and some friends to lunch the following week? Does that sound fair enough to you?

Well, alright then. Shall we get started? I think the tennis court is just around the corner. Let's head out and see how our skills have held up over the years.

Good idea. A few warm-up rounds should help loosen us up and get our muscles ready for the match ahead. Let's find an empty court and begin. I hope you're feeling confident, because so am I!

Irina chuckles as she returns the ball, appreciating the compliment. As they continue to play, she finds herself enjoying the game more than anticipated, their banter and competitive spirit making it feel like old times. Suddenly, she realizes that she's starting to sweat beneath her carefully coiffed hair and tight dress - something that only makes her feel sexier in his presence.

The match continues at a furious pace, with both of them giving their all on the court. The tension between them seems to rise with each volley, their bodies moving closer together as they reach for shots. As they near the end of the first set, it's clear that Irina has the upper hand, her experience and skill leaving him lagging behind.

With a final swing of her racquet, she smashes the ball directly into his corner, scoring a point and winning the match. They both stand there catching their breath, sweat dripping down their faces as they meet each other's eyes across the net. There is an undeniable chemistry between them now - something fiery and intoxicating that she hasn't felt in years.

"Well played," she says with a coy smile. "You made quite the match out of me today."

Her heartbeat quickens at the thought of raising the stakes even higher. It's been so long since she's felt this alive, and the idea of winning not only dinner but something more... intimate... is incredibly tempting. With a smirk, she nods in agreement. "Very well then," she says slowly, lowering her glasses to look him in the eye. "If you win the next game, I will give you anything you want."

Her words hang heavy between them for a moment as their gazes locked on each other's bodies. Irina feels herself grow wet with anticipation at the thought of what he might desire from her tonight. The air becomes charged with sexual tension as they prepare to begin the second set, ready to take their match to an entirely new level.

As they begin the second set, her heart races at the thought of what he might ask for if he wins. She can feel his gaze roaming over her body, taking in every curve and line. It's intoxicating to be wanted like this, especially by someone as powerful and successful as him. With each step she takes towards the net, their bodies brush against one another, sending waves of desire coursing through both of them.

They begin playing once more, exchanging shots with renewed vigor. The intensity between them grows even stronger as they realize that this game is no longer just about tennis. It's a contest for dominance and satisfaction, with each victory bringing them closer to claiming what they truly desire. As the set progresses, it becomes clear that Irina still has her edge, her experience allowing her to anticipate his moves and control the match. With every point she wins, she grows bolder, more confident in what she might ask for if she were to lose.

Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she approaches the net after yet another successful volley. "Well," she teases, breathless from their exertions, "what is it that you want?"

As the game progresses, it becomes clear that he has indeed been holding back in their earlier matches, and now that he's letting loose with his true abilities, Irina finds herself struggling to keep up. She watches him move across the court with renewed appreciation for his athleticism and skill, admiring how easily he transitions from defense to offense. Even as she fights to win each point, a part of her can't help but relish in the challenge that he presents.

With every match won by him, the idea of what he might ask for grows darker and more alluring. She wonders if he'll demand something truly scandalous, some act of submission or dominance that will leave them both breathless and aching long after the final point has been scored. Or perhaps he's teasing her, leading her on with promises of pleasure only to reveal a more sinister desire once she's fully surrendered to him.

No matter what it is, Irina finds herself looking forward to hearing his answer as much as anyone. The anticipation alone heightens every sense, making each stroke of their racquets ring out like a cry of lust and dominance in the still evening air.

With a sigh, Irina slams her racquet against the court in frustration as his final shot sails past her desperate swing. It's over - he's won the match and earned whatever reward she promised him. As they gather their things and walk off the court, it's clear that something has shifted between them; the air of competition and rivalry has given way to a more primal desire for one another.

Her heart races as she contemplates what he might ask for now that he knows she'll give him anything. Will it be a night of passionate lovemaking, or something darker, more twisted? Either way, she can't deny the thrill of uncertainty coursing through her veins. As they make their way back to her office, the tension between them grows thick with anticipation, making every step an exercise in self-control and calculated seduction.

Her heart stops, her mind reeling with the implications of his words. For a moment, she can only stare at him in shock and horror. How could he possibly know about Amelie? Or want to involve her in this twisted game they've been playing? It's one thing to use their sexual tension as a means for power and control, but quite another to bring innocence into the mix.

She swallows hard, trying to keep her composure as she steps closer to him. "You don't know what you're asking," she whispers, feeling cold and exposed in her tight dress. "My daughter is off limits." She meets his gaze defiantly, daring him to push further.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she unbuttons her blazer, revealing the tight black lace of her bra beneath. It's a silent challenge: if he truly wants control, then he can have it. But at what cost?

Her cheeks flush hot as he reveals his knowledge about her dealings with DA Rodgers. Of course he would know; after all, he was the one who had threatened her in the first place. But to hear him speak so casually about involving Amelie... it's like a knife twisting deeper into her heart. She bites her bottom lip, struggling for composure as she takes another step closer.

"Fine," she whispers hoarsely. "If that's what you want..." She shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant even though every fiber of her being is screaming in protest. "But I expect you to keep your hands off her afterward." Her words are barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing as they face off once more in this sick game of power and desire.

Irina takes another step closer, her breath warm against your cheek as she speaks. "Amelie's body is stunning," she murmurs, feeling the heat of his skin through her thin bra. "Her breasts are full and firm, with dark pink nipples that harden at the slightest touch." She trails a fingernail down your chest, mimicking the sensation on your own skin as she continues. "Her hips are wide and curvy, leading to smooth, hairless legs that seem to go on forever."

She pauses for a moment, meeting his gaze once more before continuing in a husky voice. "But it's her innocence that makes her so irresistible... the way she blushes when I tell her something dirty, or moans my name while you touch her." She swallows hard, feeling the ache between her legs growing stronger at the thought of their twisted bargain. "You'll see," she breathes, "it will be like nothing you've ever experienced before."

Her fingers brush against his crotch, seeking reassurance or perhaps confirmation of his arousal. The feel of him hardening beneath her touch sends a shiver down her spine, heightening the tension between them as they edge closer to the inevitable confrontation over Amelie's fate.