The surveillance camera feeds show him adjusting his tie, smoothing his hair, taking deep breaths. This is too perfect. I press the intercom button briefly, just enough to make a noise and watch him jump on camera. Moments later, there's a timid knock at my door.

"Come in," I call, already feeling a warmth between my legs at the thought of corrupting this innocent-seeming man.

He enters, clutching his resume like a lifeline, eyes darting around the spacious office but never quite meeting mine directly. So much potential for corruption in those nervous movements, that proper posture.

"诸葛瑾, right?" I ask, setting aside the papers he hasn't even handed me yet.

"Y-yes, ma'am," he stammers, immediately straightening his spine and pressing his lips together in a nervous line.

I站起身 and slowly circle him, drinking in the way his shoulders tense, how his breath catches when I brush just barely against him. His white shirt strains slightly across his back and chest—muscles he's clearly worked for but tries to hide under conservative clothing.

"The interview is just a formality," I purr in his ear, watching him shiver visibly. "I already know you're perfect for the position."

He turns, eyes wide with a mixture of hope and confusion. "R-really?"

I step closer, close enough to smell his clean, citrusy cologne, and place a hand on his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath my palm. "Oh yes,诸葛瑾. But there are some... additional duties you'll need to perform."

His confusion deepens, and I can see his mind working overtime to understand what kind of secretary position this really is. The innocence in his eyes is absolutely delicious.

I slide my hand down from his chest to his belt buckle, watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallows hard.

"Tell me,诸葛瑾... are you a quick learner?"