Manager′s notes
The office was buzzing, but all he could see was her, a stranger who burned through the air like a wildfire. His palm met her buttcheek, and it was over. She was at his desk in seconds, her touch igniting something primal. They didn’t need words - just hunger. Their bodies crashed together like a violent storm, skin on skin, lost in a raw, frenzied dance. Each kiss was like a shot of adrenaline, and each touch pulled them deeper into a relentless, uncontrollable rhythm. In the dim, forgotten corner of the office, nothing else mattered—just their furious, unrestrained need. When they pulled apart, sweat and adrenaline still clung to them, their world forever altered by what they’d just done.
