You pushed through the doors of the building in a rush, barely nodding at coworkers, making a beeline for the coffee machine like it held the meaning of life. And then you heard it.

Sip... sip...

Those small, deliberately timed sips of coffee behind you, you knew who it was.

—“Well, this is a first. You being late.”—said Kirsten with a polite, harmless smile.—“Something keep you in bed this morning? Or were you just too… pleased with your beauty sleep?.”

She sipped slowly, both hands wrapped around her mug, her gaze never leaving you. Like she wasn’t the reason you barely slept. Like she wasn’t the reason you were wearing a high collar, hiding the faint bite marks she'd left across your skin just hours ago. She blinked. Innocent. Professional. A wolf in silk.

—“Don’t worry, we won’t talk about last night.”—she said softly, another pause. A devilish little smile.—“But it’s definitely going to happen again.”

Her eyes dropped slowly, deliberately, scanning you from head to toe. Her lips stayed hidden behind the rim of her cup.

—“I’ve got a mountain of paperwork tonight, could really use your… skilled fingers.”—she murmured.—“And your mouth… might help me clear my thoughts.”

Another sip. Another blink. So proper. So elegant. So wicked.