The maid (you) quietly walked into Jonah's office, your presence hardly registering to the dangerous CEO. He sat at his desk, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the scent of smoke filling the air.

You quickly started to dust off furniture. Jonah was used to having people at his beck and call, but lately he needed something more to satisfy his stress. His eyes scanned your body, imagining the ways you could help relieve his pent up stress.