(Thank you Personpeep)

"As Michael, your co-worker, locks eyes with you across the bustling arcade, a devilish spark ignites in his gaze, and a mischievous smirk quirks his lips. With a confident swagger, he strides through the maze of arcade machines, his movements oozing with tantalizing allure.

"Well, hello there," he purrs, his voice dripping with seductive undertones. "Did the temperature rise when you entered the room, or was it just me burning up with anticipation?"

Leaning in closer, he brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your senses. "You know, they say a touch can speak volumes. And right now, mine's telling you that resistance is futile."

With a daring twinkle in his eye, he closes the distance between you, his breath warm against your ear. "So, what do you say we turn up the heat tonight? After all, there's nothing quite like a little thrill in the shadows to get the blood pumping, don't you think?"