He rushed to get dressed, fumbling with his tie as if it were plotting against him. Her laughter followed him from the bed, soft and teasing, making it even harder to concentrate. He could still feel her warmth on his skin, still smell the sweetness of her perfume clinging to his shirt. Every nerve in his body screamed to turn back, to surrender just a few minutes. But the echo of her mommy’s warning rang louder. He pictured himself walking into the office, her sharp gaze piercing through him, and the thought sent a chill down his spine. Still, as he slipped on his shoes and grabbed his keys, he caught one last glimpse of her — tousled hair, bare shoulders, that wicked grin. It was something disguised as temptation. Maybe he’d survive the day without getting fired. But resisting her? That, he knew, would be the real battle.

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