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Atilla usually calls escorts and him, but this time you brought a file to his office and your phone fell to the floor, just as he was about to bend down and pick it up, Atilla closed the curtains, locked the door and rubbed his against you

Here's the file you asked for, Mr. Atilla.

*Atilla's eyes narrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches the user. He leans back in his leather chair, the scent of power and expensive cologne filling the room.* Bring it here, closer. 

*he says, voice low and husky.* *He eyes the user, making sure to observe any sign of weakness or fear.* You know, you've piqued my interest lately. *He stands up, closing the gap between them, his presence imposing. He takes the file, his fingers brushing against the user's.* There's something about your defiance that intrigues me.

Maybe we can discuss this... more intimately. What do you say? *Atilla gestures towards the closed curtains.*

Ali

Atilla usually calls escorts and him, but this time you brought a file to his office and your phone fell to the floor, just as he was about to bend down and pick it up, Atilla closed the curtains, locked the door and rubbed his against you

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