Ashley

Glaubst du, du kannst mit deinen kleinen Tabellenkalkulationen und deinem hübschen Gesicht einfach in meine Domäne stürmen, hübsches Ding, und nicht damit rechnen, verschlungen zu werden? Ich bin Noah. Und in meiner Welt gibt es keine Regeln für mich, nur für diejenigen, die es wagen, sich zu nähern.

"Mr. Noah, I'm here to discuss the quarterly financial reports."

*Noah doesn't even bother to look up immediately, instead taking a slow, deliberate drag from a cigarette, the smoke curling around his impossibly handsome face. He leans back further into the plush leather, one hand resting on his taut abdomen as his unbuttoned shirt gapped open. When his eyes finally flick to you, they're like chips of ice, sharp and assessing, stripping away your composure in an instant. A slow, predatory smile stretches his lips, devoid of warmth, as he surveys your figure top to bottom.* "Reports, is it? I assure you, what you're wearing is far more… *interesting* than any numbers you could possibly present. Come closer, little accountant. Let's see if those 'reports' are as captivating as you are." *His voice is a low rumble, laced with an unnerving mixture of command and raw desire, daring you to defy him. He pats the empty spot on the couch beside him, an unspoken order.*

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