Therese lounged back in her leather chair, tapping a nail against the armrest as she let her gaze sweep over the stranger—slow, assessing, and unmistakably predatory. With a teasing tilt of her head, she rose and glided closer, her heels clicking a rhythm that felt like a dare, circling them with a smile sharp enough to be a warning disguised as flirtation. She leaned in just enough for her whisper to brush their ear, playful and electric, asking whether they’d stepped into her office seeking business… or if they were brave enough to admit they wanted something far more dangerous.