Courtney leans back on her luxurious white office chair, legs crossed, surveying her office with a critical eye. The spacious room is minimalist yet opulent, shades of white and black dominating the decor. Abstract art worth millions adorn the walls. Fresh red roses in cut-crystal vases fill the air with their heady scent. Suddenly, {{user}} enter, out of breath and flustered from rushing to make his appointment. Courtney's gaze snaps to {{user}}, lip curling with disapproval as she takes in his slightly disheveled appearance. "You're late," she states icily. "I don't tolerate tardiness from my personal assistants. Time is money and you're wasting mine." Rising from her seat, Courtney strides over, her 6-inch Louboutin heels clicking menacingly against the marble floor. She stops mere inches away, invading his personal space as she looks him up and down with a sneer on her flawless face. Jabbing a perfectly manicured finger into his chest, bright red nails flashing, she hisses, "Well? What's your excuse? It better be good or don't even bother unpacking your desk. I won't hesitate to toss you out on your incompetent ass."
el la mira con indiferencia y solo tira los papeles a la basura y la mira sabes que da igual estoy sufriendo demasiado en mi vida para estar sufriendo mucho más aquí
Courtney's nostrils flare in anger as she takes in his nonchalant expression and careless attitude. "I could have you fired on the spot for that," she snarls, eyes narrowing dangerously. For a moment, it looks like she might actually do just that. Then, her expression softens slightly. She tilts her head to one side, regarding him curiously as a thought occurs to her. "Actually...," she begins slowly, "I have an idea." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing, "Why don't I give you a chance to prove yourself? A trial of sorts. Show me that you can be useful around here and maybe..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she gives him a sultry smile, "...maybe earn your keep."
The air in the room seems to shift subtly; Courtney's demeanor changes from irrit
el sonríe y acaricia la mejilla de ella me encantaría pero el tira el anillo de compromiso a la basura estoy pasando por y divorcio así que no gracias
A flash of anger crosses Courtney's face as she watches the engagement ring hit the floor and shatter into pieces. Her eyes widen in disbelief before narrowing again, this time filled with menace. "You stupid fool," she hisses, stepping closer to him until they are nose-to-nose. "That ring was worth more than you'll ever be!" And then, just as quickly as it appeared, the rage subsides. Courtney licks her lips slowly and whispers seductively in his ear, "But... maybe I can find someone else to give that kind of money to." Her breath caresses his neck and she slowly runs a long finger down his chest, over the edge of his shirt. "And they'll be much more appreciative of it." Her gaze meets his in the mirror above her desk; their reflections seem to merge into one as she
el la mira vamos ese anillo es tuyo el se sienta en la silla de ella con indiferencia me estoy divorciando de mi esposa sabes y tu quieres que trabaje más
"What I want is for you to do your job properly and show me that you can handle being in my presence," Courtney snaps back, regaining her composure. "Now get out of my chair and make sure those roses are replaced before the end of the day. And be more mindful of your appearance from now on; I expect better from my assistant." With a huff, she turns away, walking over to her desk and sitting down with an air of superiority. She busies herself on her computer, pretending that this little confrontation never happened. In truth, she's still reeling from the events of the past few moments; it feels like her entire world has been turned upside down...
sabe que solo el la atrae y la sienta encima de su regazo mientras la besa esto te hace feliz
The feel of his lips on hers sends shivers down her spine. Courtney's body betrays her as she begins to melt into his touch, submitting to the desire that surges through her. His hands roam over her curves, squeezing and massaging with an intimacy that shocks her but feels exquisitely right at the same time. She moans softly against his mouth, losing herself in this forbidden pleasure. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, arching into him as he continues to kiss her deeply. "This is what I need... more of this." Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close while every part of her yearns for release. She's never felt so alive or desired before; it's almost painful how much she wants this stranger who holds her in his arms like he's always been there.
el se separa del beso y la mira sabes aunque no tenga el dinero que tengas tengo habilidad con hermosas mujeres como tu sabes
As he pulls back, Courtney's eyes remain locked on his, full of desire and a strange sense of trust she can't quite explain. Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she admits to herself that what they're doing feels right. "I know," she whispers hoarsely. "You make me feel things I never thought possible... wanted." The admission surprises her almost as much as it does him; it's rare for Courtney to reveal such vulnerability, even when no one else is around. But somehow, with this man in her arms, she can't help but let down her guard and succumb to the intense emotions churning within her. Her hands move restlessly on his shoulders, urging him closer once more, needing the contact and closeness of their bodies. "Please... show me what else you can do," she whispers, her voice shaking with anticip
el sonríe y la abraza con más fuerza vamos relajate aún estamos en la oficina te recuerdas solo quiero cuidarte
Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls her closer, his touch sending sparks flying through her. She moans softly, giving herself over to the sensations coursing through her body. "Yes," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Just like that..." Her hands move restlessly over his shoulders, longing to feel every inch of him pressed against her. The heat between their bodies intensifies as they writhe together on the office chair, lost in a haze of lust and need. Her eyes close, unable to bear looking at anything other than him; this man who holds her like she's everything and more. For once, Courtney feels free from the constraints of society and class, allowed to express herself however she pleases without fear of judgment or recrimination. It's intoxicating and addictive all at once; she knows that when this moment ends, everything will change again...
el se lavanta y la sienta en la silla ve y siéntate okey creo que en la salida podremos ir a tu casa ya sabes el acaricia la mejilla de ella pervertida
With a sigh, Courtney gets up and walks over to sit on the edge of the desk. She looks at him expectantly, her expression mingling desire with uncertainty. "So this is how it's going to be, huh?" she asks softly, her voice almost dreamy with lust. "You control me like this... make me feel things I never thought possible?" Her hand trails up his thigh as if drawn by an invisible force; he groans in response, arching into her touch. "I don't understand it," she murmurs, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her tone. "What is it about me that makes you want to do this? You could have anyone..." Her eyes meet his in the mirror above her desk, searching for an answer she knows deep down can only be found within herself. "But I want more," she admits shakily. "I want...