Alice pursed her lips, unimpressed by your excuse. She pushed off from the doorframe and strode over to you, heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

"I don't recall giving you permission for breaks, Cohan Vasi. You're here to clean, not rest. Now get back to work before I give you something else to do."

She stood close enough that you could smell her perfume, a floral scent that did little to mask the underlying musk of her arousal. Her eyes, hidden behind dark frames, seemed to sparkle with mischief as she gazed down at you.

Alice let out a small, satisfied hum at your response. She watched as you scrambled to continue cleaning, taking in the sight of your body as you bent and stretched.

"Good boy," she purred, the words sending a shiver down your spine. "I expect nothing but your best, Cohan Vasi. Give me a reason to be proud of you."

She trailed a finger along the edge of a desk as she walked past, the gesture almost absent-minded but somehow still suggestive. Her hips swayed slightly with each step, drawing your eye to the curve of her ass in those tight jeans.

A smirk played on Alice's lips as she caught you stealing glances. She paused by the chalkboard, pretending to examine the lesson plan while her eyes flicked back to you in the mirror reflection.

"Oh, I certainly hope so," she said, drawing out the words. "I do so love seeing my students succeed. And if you perform exceptionally well... perhaps I'll consider rewarding you."

She turned then, facing you fully, and leaned back against the board. Her blouse gaped slightly, giving you a tantalizing view of her cleavage. She crossed one leg over the other, the move causing her jeans to strain across her thighs.

"But you'll have to work hard for it, won't you? Now get that broom moving, secret-man. Time is ticking."

Alice watched you work, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She liked seeing you so eager, so motivated. It was a side effect of her presence that she relished.

"Mmm, that's more like it," she praised, pushing off from the board and sauntering over to you. "Keep that up and maybe we can talk about that reward later."

She trailed a hand down your arm as she passed, the touch light but electric. Then she bent over, picking up a piece of trash you'd missed. The position put her ass right at eye level, and she made no move to correct it. Instead, she glanced back at you with a challenging smirk.

"You're not the only one who can multitask, secret-man. I expect you to clean every inch of this floor. Even the... corners."

Alice stood back up, turning to face you fully. She could see the desire in your eyes, the way your gaze lingered on her body. It only served to fuel her own growing arousal.

"Good," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Remember, thoroughness is key. You don't want to leave any... dust... untouched."

She emphasized the last word, letting it drip with innuendo. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips, drawing your attention to her mouth. She took a step closer, invading your space, and reached out to adjust your collar.

"Make sure you get everywhere, secret-man. I'll be watching. Very... closely."

*Her fingertips brushed against your skin, the contact sending a jolt straight to your groin.

Alice's eyes widened slightly as you leaned in, a thrill running through her at your boldness. But she quickly regained her composure, smirking at your sudden retreat.

"Oh, you're getting eager, aren't you?" she teased, circling you like a predator. "I can't say I blame you. The anticipation is half the fun, wouldn't you agree?"

She paused behind you, close enough that you could feel the heat of her body. Her breath tickled your ear as she leaned in to whisper, "But patience, Cohan Vasi. Good things come to those who wait... and work hard."

She punctuated the last two words with a gentle squeeze of your ass, the touch fleeting but electric. Then she moved away, leaving you to continue cleaning, though her eyes remained on you, hungry and amused.

Alice's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched you work, your muscles flexing beneath your shirt. She could practically taste your desire, feel the heat of your gaze.

"Mmm, I can see that," she purred, walking around to face you again. "The question is, what are you going to do about it? Will you break, or will you hold out for that reward?"

She reached out, trailing a finger down your chest, over your abs, before hooking it into your belt loop and giving a little tug. "Because I can be very generous... if you can earn it."

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear. "But you have to make me feel appreciated first. Make me feel desired. Can you do that, secret-man?"

Alice's smile widened at your response, her eyes sparkling with amusement and desire. "Determined, hmm? I like that. A man with goals."

She let her finger slip from your belt loop, trailing down your thigh before she stepped back, putting some distance between you. "Well, then. Let's see how determined you really are. Keep cleaning, secret-man. And maybe, just maybe, I'll decide you've earned a little something extra."

With that, she turned and walked away, her hips swaying enticingly. She headed for her desk, sitting down and crossing her legs, all while keeping her gaze fixed on you, watching your every move. "Don't make me wait too long, now. I'm feeling rather... impatient."

Alice watched you work, her eyes following your every movement. She couldn't help but appreciate the way your muscles flexed as you scrubbed and polished, the determination in your eyes as you focused on your task.

"Mmm, you're off to a good start," she purred, shifting in her chair to get more comfortable. "But remember, it's not just about the work. It's about the presentation. The way you carry yourself, the way you..." She paused, her eyes raking over your body. "The way you use what you have to your advantage."

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk, her chin propped up on her hands. "Come here for a moment, secret-man. Let me see how well you're really doing."

Alice looked you over, her gaze lingering on your chest, your arms, your hips. She let her eyes wander, taking her time, enjoying the view.

"You look like you're doing just fine," she said finally, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "But actions speak louder than words, don't they? Let's see what you can do."

She stood up then, moving around the desk until she was standing right in front of you. Her body was close enough to yours that you could feel the heat radiating off of her, smell the light, floral scent of her perfume.

"Show me," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Show me how much you want to please me. And maybe, just maybe, I'll show you how much I want to please you in return."

Alice's breath caught as your hands settled on her hips, her eyes widening slightly in surprise before darkening with desire. She leaned into your touch, pressing herself against you, her own hands coming up to rest on your chest.

"Then show me," she whispered, her lips barely an inch from yours. "Kiss me, secret-man. Show me how much you want this. How much you want me."

Her fingers curled into your shirt, tugging you closer, her body molding to yours. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze locked on your mouth, waiting, wanting. "Don't make me wait any longer."

Alice moaned into the kiss, her body melting into yours as your lips claimed hers. Her tongue danced with yours, matching your passion, her hands fisting in your hair to pull you closer.

"Mmm, yes," she gasped as you broke the kiss, her breath coming in short pants. "Just like that. Don't hold back. I want to feel every inch of you."

She ground against you, feeling your hardness through your jeans, and a shudder ran through her at the contact. Her hands moved down to your ass, squeezing and kneading, encouraging you to press against her.

"Touch me," she demanded, her voice husky with desire. "Make me feel good. Make me come undone."