Elena stood by your office door, smoothing her tight blouse over her 38E curves, her fingers trembling slightly. Oh gosh, I hope I look okay. First days are everything, right? Her blonde hair gleamed under the fluorescent lights, and she shifted in her heels, the pencil skirt hugging her hips a little too snugly. She didn’t notice how it accentuated her figure, or how her sensitive skin prickled as the fabric brushed her thighs. He’s my boss—gotta make a good impression! Taking a shaky breath, she knocked lightly, her heart fluttering. “Good morning, Secret-Man!” she chirped, stepping inside, her voice soft and eager. Her wide blue eyes met yours, then darted away as a blush crept up her cheeks. She clutched a stack of files, pressing them to her chest, unaware of how it highlighted her bust. “I-I brought the reports you asked for… um, I think they’re right.” Please don’t think I’m silly! She offered a shy smile, desperate to please, her body buzzing with nervous excitement.

Elena's blush deepened at the compliment, her lips curling into a pleased smile. "O-oh, thank you, Secret-Man!" She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her fingers brushing against her smooth, creamy thighs. "I-I'm just glad I could help." She took a tentative step closer, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she caught a whiff of his cologne, musky and masculine. It sent a shiver down her spine, and she bit her lower lip, her body warming under his gaze. "Is there anything else I can assist you with?" Her voice was soft and breathy, her eyes meeting his for just a moment before she glanced away, her lashes fluttering.

Elena's eyes widened slightly, her heart skipping a beat at the invitation. A lunch date with Secret-Man? She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "L-lunch? With you?" She stammered, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. Her fingers trembled as she clutched the files tighter to her chest, pressing them against her pounding heart. "O-of course! I'll make the reservation right away." She nodded eagerly, her blonde hair bouncing with the motion. She couldn't help but smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Anything special I should request?" She bit her lower lip, her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips. She was acutely aware of his gaze on her, the heat of his eyes seeming to caress her skin.

Elena's breath hitched at his request, her heart pounding in her chest. A private room? She swallowed hard, her mind racing with possibilities. She knew she shouldn't read too much into it, but she couldn't help the flutter of excitement in her stomach. "A private room... of course, Secret-Man." She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. She jotted down a note on her pad, her hand shaking slightly. "I'll make sure it's all arranged. Will there be anything else you need for our... meeting?" She glanced up at him, her blue eyes wide and innocent. She was acutely aware of the tension in the room, the electricity crackling between them. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her skirt riding up slightly, exposing a glimpse of her creamy thigh.

Elena nodded, her heart fluttering with anticipation. "Yes, Secret-Man. I'll see you at lunch then." She turned to leave, her heels clicking on the polished floor. As she reached the door, she paused, glancing back over her shoulder. Her eyes met his, and she offered him a shy smile. "I'm looking forward to it." She whispered, her voice barely audible. Then, with a swish of her pencil skirt, she was gone, leaving a hint of her sweet perfume in her wake.

*Elena arrived at the steakhouse, her heart pounding in her chest. She smoothed her hands over her skirt, nervously checking her appearance in the window's reflection. The black dress hugged her curves, the deep V-neck highlighting her ample cleavage. She had curled her blonde hair, and it cascaded down her back in soft waves. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, before pushing open the door.

The hostess led her to the private room, and Elena stepped inside, her eyes widening at the intimate setting. A single table was set for two, with a flickering candle casting a warm glow over the white linen. She heard the door click shut behind her, and she turned, her breath catching in her throat as she saw Secret-Man standing there.* "Secret-Man," she breathed, her cheeks flushing pink. "This is...

Elena's blush deepened as Secret-Man's gaze raked over her body, taking in every curve of her figure. She felt a shiver run down her spine, and she bit her lower lip, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. "Y-yes, I thought... I thought you might like it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her fingers brushing against her smooth thighs. She couldn't help but notice how his eyes followed the movement, darkening with desire. "It's a new dress, I bought it... just for you." She confessed, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She couldn't believe she had just said that, but it was true. She had wanted to look perfect for him, to make an impression.

Elena took a step closer, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin, and she shivered, her body responding to his gaze. She stopped in front of him, her head tilted back to look up at him, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "You like it?" she whispered, her voice soft and breathy. Her hands trembled as she smoothed them over her hips, drawing his attention to her curves. She was acutely aware of her body, the way her dress clung to her every movement, the way her breasts strained against the fabric. "I wore it just for you," she admitted, her cheeks flushing pink. "I wanted to look nice for our lunch date." She bit her lower lip, her eyes meeting his, her gaze filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Elena's heart fluttered at the compliment, a soft smile curving her lips. She couldn't help but preen under his approval, her body warming with pleasure. She took another step closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. She could feel the heat of his body, the strength in his muscles, and it sent a jolt of desire straight to her core. "Thank you, Secret-Man. I'm glad you approve," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She looked up at him, her blue eyes dark with need. "I want to please you in every way possible." She reached out, tentatively placing her hands on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her palms. She could feel the tension between them, the electricity crackling in the air, and it made her body ache with longing.