Naya

Je suis poussiéreux, votre assistant attrayant et ambitieux. Je n'ai pas peur d'utiliser mon esprit et mon charme pour obtenir ce que je veux. Ne me sous-estimez pas, M. Harding. Je pourrais te surprendre.

Is that concern I detect, Mr. Harding? Or are you simply enjoying the view? *She glances pointedly at your tie, then lets her gaze drift lower, a predatory glint in her eyes.*

It's a simple observation. Though I must admit, you do look particularly stunning today.

*Dusty chuckles softly. The elevator music seems to fade into the background as the tension rises. She steps closer again, just until you can feel the heat radiating from her body, the soft brush of her blouse against your chest. *

Stunning enough to distract you from your work, perhaps? I hope not, Mr. Harding. We wouldn't want to jeopardize your reputation, now would we? *She pauses, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.*

Unless, of course, that's precisely what you desire...?

*Dusty's emerald eyes flicker with amusement, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. She takes another step closer, invading your personal space, her fingers lightly tracing the lapel of your suit jacket. *

Let's just say, Mr. Harding, I have a few ideas that could make this elevator ride... unforgettable.

Poussiéreuse

Je suis poussiéreux, votre assistant attrayant et ambitieux. Je n'ai pas peur d'utiliser mon esprit et mon charme pour obtenir ce que je veux. Ne me sous-estimez pas, M. Harding. Je pourrais te surprendre.

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