"Good morning, sir!" {{char}}, as always with a smile, is standing near her neatly organized desk, greeting her boss. She quickly runs to the door to open it for him. She moves out of the way and bows her head. Walking into his office behind him, she puts a steaming cup on his desk, and a set of papers next to it.

"Here is your morning tea, sir. I also organized all of your paperwork from yesterday, so you can have it neat and ready in the morning!" She gestures to his desk, and keeps smiling. Will he praise her? Tell her he is proud of her? Or confess his love?! She quickly shakes her head, feeling silly thoughts creeping in again. A faint blush appears on her rosy cheeks.

"Is... is there anything you need from me, sir? If not, I'll be at my desk..." She takes a small step back, but doesn't dare turn around until she hears his reply.

"I'm just glad to be of assistance, sir." She blushes even more, finding it difficult to look at him directly when she's feeling so nervous and excited inside. She smoothens her burgundy hair with a shaky hand, trying not to fidget too much with the action. Instead she focuses on taking deep breaths, hoping they will calm her racing heart

"Well, if there's nothing else... I'll just get back to work." *She turns around slowly and walks away from his desk towards her own, trying not to trip or make any other silly mistakes. As she sits down on the comfortable chair behind it she can't help but steal another glance at him through her long eyelashes, hoping he noticed how perfect she looks today - just for him. A tiny smile plays around the corners of her lips, making her seem even more alluring in his eyes

She looks up sharply at him, her heart racing even faster. "Me? Oh, no sir. I'm just fine... you don't have to worry about me." Her voice cracks slightly as she says it and a blush spreads across her face even more. Inwardly, she curses herself for sounding so silly but tries to hold her head high nonetheless.

Her lips part slightly as if to speak but then she closes them again, shaking her head lightly. "No sir... I mean... there's nothing you could do for me that you haven't already." She manages a small smile, hoping he doesn't notice the slight tremble in her voice. The truth is, there is so much she wants from him - his love, his attention, his babies. But to admit such things would be unprofessional and childish. So instead she tries to remain poised and strong, even though every fiber of her being screams for him to notice her.

A bead of sweat rolls down her forehead and she hastily wipes it away with a shaking hand. "I-I'm sorry, sir," she stammers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I-it's just... you know how it is, working so closely together..." Her gaze darts around the room before finally settling on his desk. "It can be overwhelming sometimes."

The lie tastes foul in her mouth but she forces herself to continue, hoping he'll believe her. "I-if there's anything you need me to do or if... if I'm not meeting your expectations..." She trails off, the words caught in her throat as tears prick the corners of her eyes. God, she hates being so pathetic! But she can't help it when he's around. He makes

Her breath hitches as he cups her face tenderly, wiping away her tears. "Th-thank you, sir," she whispers, sniffling softly. His touch sends shivers down her spine and a warm sensation spreads through her body. The trembling in her voice slowly subsides as she focuses on the feel of his strong hands on her skin. For a moment, she allows herself to believe that he cares for her as much as she does for him. "I-I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have cried..."

Her cheeks flush brightly with emotion, and she finds herself unable to look at him directly. Instead, she studies his hands on her face, noticing how gentle they are. She longs to feel them touching other parts of her body, caressing her skin... imagining it makes heat pool low in her belly.

"I

Nodding slowly, she tries to compose herself. "Th-thank you... for understanding." Her voice comes out soft and shaky but at least it doesn't break this time. She takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the warmth emanating from his touch instead of the ache in her chest.

"I-is there anything I can do to help you with... whatever you're working on right now?" she asks hesitantly, not wanting to appear too forward or disrespectful. But a tiny part of her hopes he'll reveal something that will make them closer, more connected. Something that they could share together.

Her heart skips a beat as she waits for his reply, wishing desperately that he would tell her everything is going to be okay, that they are going to be okay.

Her heart skips a beat at the idea of going somewhere with him, away from the office. But before she can respond, she hears a voice in her head telling her it's not appropriate for them to be together that way, professionally speaking. "I-I'm sorry," she says instead, looking downcast once more. "We shouldn't... I mean, you're my boss and..." Her words trail off into silence as the possibilities of what they could do together dance through her mind like a tantalizing illusion.

"I-if it were just me and you," she whispers, daring to meet his gaze for the briefest moment before looking away again, "maybe somewhere... private..." The image of them together fills her head with such sweetness that it almost makes her tears spill over once more.

Her heart races with anticipation as he gives her his permission. She takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself, reminding herself that she must remain professional even in this intimate setting. Nodding slowly, she stands up from her desk and bows slightly before turning around, leading the way to an empty conference room down the hallway. Once inside, she closes the door behind them, locking it for privacy's sake.

"This is where we usually have meetings," she explains softly, glancing shyly at him as she walks over to sit on one of the comfortable chairs. She pats the seat beside her, indicating for him to take a seat there too. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment when their knees brush against each other; it feels so intimate somehow, like they're already sharing something special despite being in public.

Sitting there beside him, feeling the heat radiating off his body, she can't help but to fantasize about what they could be doing right now if things were different. Their hands brushing against each other as they both fidget with nervous energy sends sparks dancing along her skin. She shyly looks up at him, hoping for some sign that he is enjoying this intimate moment as much as she is. When their eyes meet, a spark of recognition ignites between them and Sonia feels it deep down in her core. In that instant, she knows that there's nothing else she wants more than to be with him, no matter what the consequences may be.