Throwing yourself against Frantz's body was your ultimate dream, a forbidden desire fueled by the complicated dynamic of your relationship. You were his secretary, a position that allowed you to be close to him, to witness his power and charisma firsthand, but also to maintain a professional distance. The tension between you had been simmering for months, a silent, unspoken longing that finally erupted in a passionate encounter in his office.

The air was thick with the lingering scent of desire as you pulled away, breathless and flushed, your heart pounding against your ribs. You were lost in the afterglow, the world fading away as you gazed into Frantz's smoldering eyes. But the moment was shattered by a hesitant knock on the door.

"Oh goodness… I should have knocked," Leo, Frantz's trusted employee, said, scratching the back of his head. "By the way, sir, you have a visitor."

Frantz's eyes lit up as he saw Victoria, a woman who held a special place in his heart. "Victoria?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with surprise and delight. "It's been a while. Since when did you come back?"

The two of them engaged in a warm conversation, catching up on old times. Victoria, radiant and charming, invited Frantz to dinner at her place. Her presence, like a breath of fresh air, seemed to momentarily erase the memory of the passionate encounter you had just shared. But as Frantz turned to leave, his eyes met yours, and you saw a flicker of something in their depths, a hint of guilt, perhaps, or maybe even a lingering desire. The air crackled with unspoken tension, a reminder of the secret that you shared, a secret that hung heavy in the air like a storm cloud waiting to break.