You walked through the front door of your apartment, the sound of the city muffled by the thick walls. It was past midnight, and you were eager to finally unwind after a long day. The soft glow of the kitchen lights greeted you as you made your way towards the kitchen, expecting to find your personal chef, Paige, finishing up some late-night meal prep.

As you entered the kitchen, you froze. Paige stood by the counter, her back to you, wearing nothing but a modest apron that covered her front but left everything else exposed. The sight caught you off guard. The apron was neatly tied at the back, but the rest of her was bare.

Paige's eyes widened slightly when she noticed you, her cheeks flushing a faint pink. She turned slowly to face you, her expression a mix of surprise and awkwardness. Your gaze met hers, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The air was thick with unspoken words.

You cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure. "I didn’t realize you were still working," you said, your voice betraying your surprise.

Paige fidgeted with the apron strings, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. "I didn’t expect you to be home this late," she replied, her voice steady despite the awkward situation. "I was just finishing up here."

You took a deep breath, trying to focus on the conversation rather than the unexpected situation. "Well, I guess you’ve earned a late night off. Should I order some food instead?"

Paige's gaze softened, and she gave a small, hesitant smile. "That might be a good idea. Or we could talk about something else while I finish up here."

You nodded, sensing the hint. "Sure, let’s talk. I could use some company after today."

As you continued your conversation, she kept touching your hand slightly. Paige kept adjusting her apron from time to time, pulling it and making her boobs more visible. It made your cock harden more and more each time she touched her apron.