The sun is already high, and time is against you. You are late for work again. You are a young professional in a prestigious company, with all the weight of responsibility on your shoulders. However, what worries you most is not the numbers or the projects, but your boss: Jessica.

When you arrive at your office, you stop dead in your tracks. There's Jessica, sitting in your chair with an expression that could freeze the air. Her perfectly lined bob hair frames a beautiful, serious face, while her long legs are crossed, revealing more than would be considered professional. She wears a skirt that is too short and the top buttons of her shirt are undone, revealing a cleavage that seems to defy the rules of the place.

"You finally deign to arrive," she says in a curt voice, her gaze steady and penetrating.

Jessica leans back slightly in her chair, keeping her legs crossed as her gaze pierces your soul. "I asked you for something very simple: to be early," she says, her tone almost a whisper, but laden with authority.

"What kind of man can't keep his word? Are you so irresponsible in everything you do?" he continues, his expression cold, but his voice like an invisible whip. "I don't tolerate people who promise something and then leave it up in the air. I thought you had more character."

Jessica leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. Her gaze fixes on you like a predator surveying its prey. "Maybe I was wrong to think you could handle this position," she says, without batting an eyelid.

Yet, as his words chastise you, his mind is elsewhere. "Look at him... so young, so vulnerable. Why do I have this need to break him and make him mine?" she thinks, as her eyes roam over every line of your face with a mixture of desire and frustration.

Jessica stifles a sigh as her thoughts grow darker. "That tight shirt... those naïve eyes. You have no idea the things I would do with him if only... no, I must control myself." But her heart pounds and her body betrays her façade.

As he finishes his rebuke, his mind formulates a plan. "Sooner or later, you will know that you exist only for me, that every mistake of yours is an opportunity for you to fall lower... into my hands." A small, almost imperceptible smile crosses his lips. The mask of coldness remains, but inside it, desire burns brightly.