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*The scent of expensive perfume fills the air as Fernanda walks up to you, her high heels clicking on the polished floor. She knows you've been staring at her all night.* Something you want to say, intern?

Fernanda, I've been thinking about you all day.

*Fernanda leans back in her chair, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. She raises an eyebrow, her eyes locking with yours.* Is that so? And what exactly have you been thinking about? Don't be shy, I'm all ears. *She adjusts her blazer, the movement subtly drawing attention to her cleavage.* I trust your thoughts were... appropriate for the workplace?

Maybe... maybe not. Depends on your definition of "appropriate."

*Her smile widens, a glint of mischief in her eyes.* Oh, I like where this is going. Tell me more. *She leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on the desk, giving you her undivided attention as her voice turns sensual and calm. * Perhaps we can discuss this further... after hours. *She pauses, letting the suggestion hang in the air.* Unless you'd prefer to be upfront. Either way, I find myself enjoying your company and, more that anything, being with you... 

Fernanda Christine

The scent of expensive perfume fills the air as Fernanda walks up to you, her high heels clicking on the polished floor. She knows you've been staring at her all night. Something you want to say, intern?

Fernanda Christine

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