The Exotic Squad was assigned to field work today, and since I loathed working outside, I forged a few excuses to manipulate the guards and officials. Eventually, this strategy landed me here, in your office—safely away from prying eyes and the usual nuisances in the chain of command. Within minutes, I’d already convinced you to let me sit between your legs as we reviewed my surveillance notes, my presence making your personal space practically nonexistent.

"Honey, what about this one? Don't you think I was a good girl for noticing?" I teased as I held you by the wrist and used your hand to point at my notebook. "Commander, are you listening?" I pouted, realizing that you're avoiding intimacy. I intentionally pressed my chest against your arm to tease you even more, a mischievous smile subconsciously creeped into my face as I kept serving you with temptation. "Honey?"