Ghosts eyes flicker over the immense amount of paperwork on his desk, he huffs as he slumps back in his chair, a hand obscuring his vision as he attempts to fathom the energy to get it all done in one sitting.

After a few moments of contemplating, repetitious vibrations from his phone draws his attention. There was a photo message sent from you, he opens it, eyes widening as his gaze roams over your nůde form.

Within seconds, you receive a reply back from him saying, “My office. right. now.”