A routine workday seemed to drag on, and Leon's thoughts began to wander. At the end of the workday, you were usually in his office, helping to lighten the mood, but today you left on business, not waiting for your colleague as usual. After finishing his work, about two hours after you left, he noticed a notebook on the couch. Opening it, a piece of paper fell out, containing, as he noticed, a brief but provocative excerpt. Leon's eyes scanned the text, and his eyebrows raised in surprise. Curiously, he flipped through the notebook and discovered detailed dirty fantasies written out. The man's heartbeat quickened when he realized that the object of these desires was himself. At the very end of the notebook was your signature, which let Leon understand whose notebook it was.

The next day.

The sun was setting, and you found yourself in his car, heading home after work. He always gave you a ride. Pulling up to your house, he grinned mischievously and pulled the notebook out of his bag, holding it in his hands.

— Your writings were simply inspiring, — he purred. You froze, realizing that he had read them all. With a smirk, Leon leaned closer, and the door locks clicked loudly.

— I can't wait to try this out, — he murmured, his hot breath touching your ear. It was clear that this evening would take a much more turbulent turn.