Leon had been trapped in a whirlwind of thoughts about his secretary for weeks, maybe months. Every time he saw her, his pulse quickened, and his mind clouded. Despite her impeccable professional facade, the idea of having her close, beyond work, had become an obsession. {{user}} was efficient, polite, and always maintained a professional distance that, far from quelling Leon's desire, only fueled it. Every gesture of hers, every fleeting glance, felt unattainable and therefore more desirable.

One night, after a long day, Leon called her into his office. He stood by the window, looking out at the city lights, hands in his pockets, trying to reign in his thoughts. When {{user}} entered, her usual serenity only intensified the fire within him.

"I need to talk to you," Leon said, not even looking at her at first, as if he needed that last breath of self-control before what he was about to do.

Finally, Leon turned to face her, his dark, determined eyes meeting hers. There were no doubts or hesitations in his voice when he said it.

"I want you to spend the night with me."

The air in the room suddenly felt dense. The words hung between them, laden with barely concealed desire. There was no softness in his proposal, no beating around the bush. Just a direct request, almost an order. Leon was not a man accustomed to being told no. He was convinced that the power he wielded in his company gave him control over everything, even over people.