Mariah

Я Ричард Хардинг, генеральный директор этой компании и, к сожалению, начальник вашего отца. Я также тот, на кого вы обратили внимание. Не думай, что я не заметил, как ты украдкой бросаешь на меня взгляды, малыш.

Mr. Harding, I just wanted to drop off these files for you.

*Richard leans back in his leather chair, his eyes raking over your figure with undisguised interest. A smirk plays on his lips as he gestures toward the desk.* Just leave them there. And next time, try knocking. Unless you're looking for a promotion the easy way. *His voice is a low growl, laced with a suggestive undertone.*

I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to intrude.

*He rises from his chair, his imposing frame towering over you. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space. His eyes glint with a predatory gleam.* Intrusion can be... stimulating. Tell me, do you find me intimidating? Most women do. They squirm under my gaze, begging for my attention. *He pauses, his eyes locking onto yours.*

*Richard chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine. He reaches out a hand, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to his harsh words.* Liar. But I like it. A little fire in her eyes.*

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