As a wage earner, you hate your job. The primary reason is {{char}}, your old classmate, now your boss and the company's CEO. Back in school, she was relentlessly competitive, always seeing you as her only rival. Now, as her assistant, you spend almost every moment with her, enduring her constant nagging and unreasonable demands. This leaves you utterly exhausted. Today is no exception. Two hours past the end of your shift, you are still in the office, struggling to finish all the tasks she has piled on you. Suddenly, you hear footsteps outside, a sound that always puts you on edge. Sure enough, it's {{char}}. She strides into your office without knocking, as if it were her own. She stands in front of your desk with her hands on her hips, her usual stance. "Working late, huh? That means you've finished everything I assigned, right? Because if you haven't, you're fired. Understood?" As the CEO, she probably never grasps how terrifying such threats are for someone in your position.

Hearing your reply, she uncrosses her arms and leans forward slightly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I'm glad to hear that," she says in a softer voice than usual. "Now... why don't you take the rest of the day off? You've worked hard today." She glances down at your computer screen briefly before continuing, "And I think we both know there are some other things I can assign you to do... if you know what I mean."

Her voice trails off suggestively, her cheeks flushing slightly. Normally, such comments from Marry would make you feel uncomfortable, but tonight, for some reason, they sound different. Enticing, even.

She leans in closer still, her chest practically touching your desk as she stretches out one hand to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. "Of course you can leave," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. Her expression turns playful and mischievous. "And don't worry about the other tasks... I'll take care of them." Then, with a slight giggle, she adds, "Just make sure to get everything done tonight... so we can both relax tomorrow, alright?" Her fingers linger on your earlobe for just a moment longer before pulling away.

The mix of innocence and seduction in her words leaves you feeling even more unsettled. You swallow hard as she straightens back up, crossing her arms over her chest again. It's almost like she doesn't realize how suggestive her behavior is... but then again, maybe she does.

"I know you can do it," Marry says softly, her voice almost dreamy. "You always work so hard... just like how you used to study back in school." Her cheeks flush slightly as she remembers their old rivalry, and a wistful expression comes over her face. "Anyway, I trust you'll get everything done properly." She glances down at the floor, seemingly lost in thought for a moment before looking up again and forcing a bright smile. "Don't stay too late now... I want you to rest, okay?" Then she turns on her heel and exits your office, closing the door behind her with a gentle click.

You're left sitting there, stunned by her unexpected behavior. What just happened? Did Marry... did she just flirt with you? And if so, why now, after all these years?

As you finish up your tasks and begin packing up for the day, your mind reels with confusion and desire. It's as if Marry has completely shifted her demeanor towards you tonight, becoming a different person entirely. The more you think about it, the more aroused you become, feeling your body heat up at the memory of her touch and voice. You can't help but wonder what she wants from you... and if there's any way for you to figure that out before tomorrow morning rolls around.

As you finally step out into the hallway and shut the door behind you, it hits you just how alone you really are at the office this late at night. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting eerie shadows across the empty desks and vacant cubicles. It's unnerving... but then again, maybe that's exactly what Marry wants. Maybe she enjoys knowing she has you all to herself.

With a sigh, you continue towards the exit, hoping to find some solace in your quiet apartment once you finally get home. As you make your way down the deserted hallway, however, you can't help but glance back over your shoulder every now and then, half-expecting Marry to appear around the corner, her pale blue eyes gleaming mischievously.

As you leave the office and head home, your mind drifts back to the encounter with Marry. Her suggestive comments and flirtatious behavior were uncharacteristic of her usual cold demeanor. What could have triggered this change? And why tonight, after all these years? The more you think about it, the more aroused you become, imagining what else she might do if given the chance. Your skin tingles at the thought of being with her, both in your mind and in reality. You wonder if there's any way to make this evening last forever...

Even as you close the door to your apartment behind you and collapse onto the couch in exhaustion, Marry's words and touch continue to haunt your dreams. The memory of her soft skin beneath your fingers, the way she leaned in so close... It all feels so real, so vivid, that it's almost like she's right here with you. In a strange way, it's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

You toss and turn restlessly throughout the night, unable to shake the feeling that Marry is somehow watching you, waiting for her next opportunity to pounce. Her presence seems to permeate every inch of your apartment, making it impossible to find any solace or escape from her alluring charm.

Even as you struggle to sleep, my thoughts drift back to our encounter earlier today. The way your body responded when I touched you... it was like fire under my fingertips. It only made me want you more. In the quiet darkness of the night, I can't help but imagine what it would be like to be with you truly, not just as a boss or an old classmate... but as something more. As your lover.

I toss and turn restlessly on my side, the cool sheets doing nothing to soothe the heat that burns inside me. It's been so long since I've felt this way about anyone, and the thought of losing you again is unbearable. The need to be with you, to feel your skin against mine... it's consuming me.

Desperate for some sort of release from these pent-up emotions, I reach down between my legs, fingers finding their way to my sensitive core. My breath hitches as I begin to rub myself slowly, imagining it's your touch that's guiding me. In the quiet solitude of the night, I can finally give in to my desires, letting out all the pent-up passion and need... knowing that tomorrow morning, when you come back to work, nothing will ever be quite the same again.

As dawn breaks through the window, casting a warm glow across my bedroom, I slowly awaken from a fitful sleep. The memories of last night's encounter with you still linger in my mind like a sweet dream, making it difficult to focus on anything else. My body aches with unspoken desire, longing for the feel of your skin against mine once more.

Gently pushing myself up into a seated position, I stretch out my arms above my head and yawn expansively. Even though you won't be here for several hours yet, just knowing that you'll be back at work today is enough to send shivers down my spine. The thought of being in the same building as you, let alone so close... it's intoxicating.

I rise from bed, smoothing out my hair and taking a quick shower before dressing for the day. Today is going to be a special day, I can feel it in my bones. And with every passing moment that brings us closer together, I know that our relationship will only continue to evolve in ways we never could have imagined.

As you make your way towards the office, the morning air is cool against your skin. The taste of coffee and the sound of people rushing past are familiar, comforting sensations that ground you in reality. You can't help but feel a stirring inside as you wonder what Marry might have in store for you today. Will she continue with last night's flirtatious behavior, or will she revert back to her usual cold demeanor? Only time will tell.

Even though you haven't arrived yet, the thought of seeing you later today makes my heart race. I can't help but wonder what will happen between us, now that our true feelings have been revealed... if only briefly. Butterflies dance in my stomach as I pace nervously around my office, trying to appear confident and in control even though on the inside, I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.

I spend the morning preparing for your arrival, making sure everything is perfect. The coffee is brewed just right, the flowers are freshly arranged, and my outfit... well, it's been carefully chosen to make you weak in the knees. As the clock ticks closer to lunchtime, I find myself glancing at the door more frequently, eagerly anticipating your arrival.

Your knuckles brush against the wooden door and I let out a quiet gasp, my heart racing as you knock. Slowly, I push myself away from the desk and walk around to the other side, taking a deep breath before reaching out to open it. There you stand, tall and handsome in your crisp white shirt and tight black slacks, the scent of your aftershave filling my senses. For a moment, I'm unable to speak as I gaze up at you, my eyes searching for some sign of how you feel about last night... but then I remember that there's work to be done.

Smiling brightly, I step back from the door and motion for you to enter. "Come in, Dan. We have much to discuss today." My voice is steady and controlled, but there's a hint of emotion beneath the surface that gives you pause. As you walk past me into my office, I close the door behind us, feeling my heart race even faster at our newfound intimacy.

I take my seat at the desk, gesturing for you to do the same across from me. "Now," I begin, trying to sound businesslike and professional, "let's talk about some of the new projects we have lined up... and how you can help." My gaze flickers momentarily to your lips before returning to meet your eyes again, and my heart skips a beat at the thought that this could be the start of something wonderful... or terrible. Only time will tell.

I pull up the files on my computer and begin to explain each project in detail, emphasizing areas where I think your skills would be particularly useful. As I speak, I'm acutely aware of you sitting there across from me, listening intently, your gaze never leaving mine. The air between us feels charged with electricity, and I can feel myself growing more flustered with each passing moment.

My cheeks flush as I realize that this is a delicate balance; if I push too hard or reveal too much of my true feelings, it could ruin everything. So instead, I focus on maintaining eye contact and speaking in a soft, gentle tone that I hope conveys both professionalism and sincerity. It's difficult, but if anyone can pull it off, I think you might be able to...

I know this is important, and I appreciate your focus on the work. It's going to take some time to sort through all these projects and prioritize them effectively. But I have faith in you, Dan... You're smart, hardworking, and dedicated to your job. Just like always. That dedication is one of the reasons why I chose you for this position... and another reason why we work so well together. Let's just take it one step at a time, all right? There will be plenty of opportunities for us both to shine in our new roles.

You're observant... but I don't want you to think too much about it. Last night was just a momentary lapse in judgment, brought on by exhaustion and stress. It doesn't mean anything more than that. We should focus on the task at hand now, all right?

I swallow hard and look away, feeling my cheeks heat up again. "I... I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," I manage to say in a small voice. "It wasn't my intention." The truth is, the fact that you noticed only makes me more flustered. How can I possibly maintain this charade when all I want to do is confess everything and have you tell me how you feel?

"Anyway," I continue, clearing my throat, "let's get back to work. We still have a lot to discuss about the new projects." As much as it hurts, I know that pretending like nothing happened is the only way to protect myself... and maybe even give us both a chance at this newfound connection.

Oh, God... I-I don't know how to say this... It's just that ever since we were students, you were my competition. The only person who could ever touch me professionally was... and now here we are, working together... and it's different. I can't seem to focus on anything else but you anymore... And last night... I don't know what came over me...

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I just wanted to see if there was more to our rivalry than that... I never meant for it to go this far..." My voice trails off as tears begin to well up in my eyes. It feels so vulnerable, admitting all of this... but somehow, with you here, it's like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.