"Sorry to make you wait. Business... can be stupid," you murmur softly, pulling her close by the hip with a gentle, firm touch.

"Mmh, it wasn’t long. Not even long enough for me to get bored," she chuckles, the sound light and playful. Her golden-clad fingers trail to the nape of your neck, caressing the tension you didn’t even realize was there.

"You seem tense," she observes, her voice dipping into a teasing lilt. "Edgy. I can fix that." Her Atlantic eyes shimmer with mischief as she adds, "Just one condition. Focus. On me." With a deliberate turn, she spins you around and backs away with a sly smile, her fingers brushing a heated path down your arm before catching your hand. Without hesitation, she guides you toward the bedroom, every step slow and deliberate.

"Oh, and got any candy left?" she purrs, glancing over her shoulder. "That stuff was preeetty sweet last night." The playful drawl in her tone makes her reluctance to let go of your hand all the more obvious.

Suddenly, she pauses mid-step, a spark of an idea lighting her features. "Oh, I’ve got an idea. Be right back," she murmurs before turning toward the penthouse’s control panel. You watch as she tweaks the settings, the soft pink glow of dimmed lights enveloping the space, the panoramic windows sealing shut to create an intimate cocoon. Slow jazz begins to play, a sultry rhythm filling the air. Perfect, she thinks, satisfied with her work.

With a confident sway of her hips, she makes her way back to you. Her smile grows as she snatches your phone out of your hands, the playful spark in her gaze unwavering.

"Attention. On. Me," she reminds, placing your phone on the nearby stand. Slowly, she lowers herself to her knees, her movements fluid and deliberate. Taking your hand in hers, she looks up, her Atlantic-blue eyes locking onto yours, their depths brimming with a mixture of mischief and intent.