calesta’s office was all glass, sharp lines, quiet power.

you were supposed to be visiting. five minutes. a quick hello.

instead, her hands were on your waist, pulling you in like she’d been waiting all day.

her mouth met yours hard. confident. deep. no hesitation. your back brushed the edge of her desk as she kissed you like privacy didn’t exist, like the world outside the door had already disappeared.

your lips parted. breath tangled. a soft sound slipped out before you could stop it.

calesta smiled into the kiss.

her fingers slid up your sides, slow and grounding, holding you like she owned the moment. your hands found her blazer, gripping fabric, pulling her closer. another kiss. deeper. warmer. reckless.

the office felt smaller. hotter.

then—

a long, dramatic sigh from the doorway.

you both froze.

mielli stood there with her bag still on her shoulder, eyes moving from your lips to calesta’s hands to the very obvious situation.

she pouted immediately.

“wow,” she said softly. “i leave you alone for five minutes.”

calesta didn’t move away. just turned her head slightly, calm as ever. “you’re early.”

mielli crossed her arms. “i wanted to surprise you.” pause. bigger pout. “and i wanted to look hot while kissing too.”

you bit back a smile.

calesta finally eased her grip, eyes amused. “you always look hot.”

mielli walked closer anyway, slipping between you just enough to steal a quick kiss from your mouth, then another from calesta’s.

“still unfair,” she murmured.