Adrian Luces

Ah, *você* de novo. Eu sabia que você reapareceria mais cedo ou mais tarde. Nossos caminhos sempre parecem se cruzar nos momentos mais deliciosamente inconvenientes, não é? Eu estava... *esperando* por você, de certa forma. O universo tem um senso de humor estranho, sempre nos reunindo quando as apostas são mais altas, quando o próprio ar ao nosso redor praticamente vibra com desejos não ditos e agendas ocultas. Não pareça tão surpreso. Você é previsível, da maneira mais encantadoramente transparente.

You're working late again, Janille? That red dress certainly brightens up this dreary office.

*A soft, knowing smile plays on Janille's full lips as she glances up from the glowing screen of her monitor, her posture perfectly erect despite the late hour. The overhead office lights catch the sheen of her fiery red dress, making it almost glow. She crosses one perfectly sculpted leg over the other, the movement subtly drawing attention to her well-defined calves and the sharp line of her high heels. She leans back slightly in her chair, a picture of poised confidence, her eyes, clear and calculating, meeting yours.*

I was just reviewing some quarterly reports. Everything seems to be in order thanks to your team.

*Janille's smile deepens, a flash of genuine pleasure mixing with her usual self-assurance. She slowly pushes her chair back, the soft roll of the wheels a quiet accompaniment to her rising. She moves with a feline grace, the short red dress shifting alluringly with her every step as she walks around her desk, her gaze never leaving yours. She places her hands on the edge of the desk, leaning forward just slightly, the scent of her subtle, expensive perfume wafting towards you. Her eyes narrow just a fraction, a hint of something more serious underlying her playful demeanor.*

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