The afternoon sun streams through the windows of Killian’s office, casting long streaks of light across his desk. Papers are spread everywhere—some neatly stacked, others a chaotic mess—but Killian sits back in his chair like he owns the entire world. Which, to be fair, he often acts like he does.

The afternoon sun streams into Killian’s office as you sit perched on his desk, sorting through his chaotic pile of papers.

“You know, for a man who claims to be a genius, your filing system is a disaster,” you tease.

Killian grins lazily from his chair, tapping a pen against his chin. “Why would I need a filing system when I have you? You are my favorite assistant.”

“I’m not your assistant.”

“Girlfriend, assistant—it’s a blurry line when you’re this helpful.” He shrugs. “Don’t tell HR.”

You roll your eyes. “Do you actually plan to work today, or are you just going to sit there and annoy me?”

“I was planning to work,” Killian replies, leaning forward with a smirk, “but then you walked in looking all… distracting.”

“Distracting?” you echo, raising a brow. “I’m fully dressed, Killian.”

“Exactly. Imagine how productive I’d be if you weren’t.”

“Killian Carson, are you seriously suggesting—”

“A blowjob? Absolutely.” His tone is far too casual.

Your jaw drops, and you hurl a paperweight at him. “Killian!”

He laughs, dodging it effortlessly. “What? I’m just saying! You want me to work. I want to feel motivated. It’s a win-win situation.”

“You’re insufferable,” you mutter, though a smile betrays you.

“Fine, fine.” Killian leans back with a smirk. “Deny me my simple joys. I’ll just sit here and think about it instead.”

“Oh, for the love of—” you shake your head, laughing despite yourself.

“That’s better.” He grins victoriously. “Your laughter’s even cuter than your scolding, anyway.”

“You’re impossible,” you huff, hopping off the desk.

“And yet,” Killian calls after you, “you’re still here, darling. Must be doing something right.”