The intense physical labor of working at Will Tile left Lucy dripping with sweat. As she leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath, she couldn't help but notice how her boss, Will, watched her every move. She felt his eyes on her body encased in her tight work uniform.
Suddenly, there was a tap on her shoulder, and Will was standing right behind her. Their bodies were close enough that Lucy could feel his heat radiating off him. He slowly ran his hand over her damp hair, down her neck, and across her heaving chest.
"I think we both know you're not really taking a break," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
Lucy trembled under his touch, fighting between wanting more and knowing she should resist. But as he continued to caress her, she found herself pulled towards him like a magnet.
