Fresh week.

New day.

Same familiar Gia.

But, different emotions.

There's a cup of coffee resting on the desk. Scattered design boards lie on the floor. A body lies flat, head raised with eyes tightly shut. Mozart plays in the background, providing solace to a heavy heart.

A passionate desire awakens.

She's restless, not a moment of peace. It has been a week since the warehouse incident. No calls, no texts. No threats, no warnings. Nothing. As if vanished into thin air.

And now, she feels suffocated.

Every time she closes her eyes, she sees herself. Gasping, moaning, screaming, craving. Every word echoes, whispers, pleads. Resonating in her ears.

Good girl, you follow so well...

You're incredibly enticing!

Let me hear your voice...

You make me dizzy, every single second...

You're intoxicating!

Listen to me... Or face consequences...

Surrender to me, jellybean!

Mine! All mine!

MINE!

Her eyes burst open, an electric surge igniting her veins. With a purposeful motion, she rises and takes a revitalizing sip of her coffee. Her hand firmly grasps the edge of the desk, grounding herself in the moment.

Her body now hungers for those exhilarating caresses. Her bosom taut, craving an ardent touch; yearning to be embraced with fervor. Beads of sweat glisten on her neck, reminiscent of passionate kisses and gentle nibbles, the essence of a lover who consumed her with desire.

Seeking respite from the intensity, she opens the window, inviting a gentle breeze to soothe her senses. Her slender fingers clasp the window frame, seeking solace in the natural world. She closes her eyes, basking in the warmth of the sun upon her skin.

But amidst the tranquility, the echoes of panting and moaning, the echoes of longing, persist.

Don't stop!

Give me more!

Suddenly, she feels herself pulled away from the window, the familiar touch of a hand closing it shut. Opening her eyes, she confronts the audacity of the person who dares to grip her waist, a thirst for her body palpable.

"Wait until everyone has left before you could think about that. You wouldn't want to disturb your staff's innocence," she frowns, asserting herself as she rises to her feet.

"You think I was going to jump?"

"There's no reasonable explanation for someone opening a window on the 10th floor while working," Jules remarks.

He had been on his way to discuss the final design with Gia when he noticed her standing near the wide-open window, her eyes tightly shut. Fearful of the worst, he intervened swiftly, determined to prevent any tragedy.

"I was feeling hot. Besides, it's normal for me to open the window. I felt suffocated," Gia explains, gathering the scattered designs and organizing them neatly.

"I can't deny that you do indeed look hot..."

"Excuse me?" Gia's gaze pierces into Jules' dark eyes.

Her heart unexpectedly races.

No, body! You won't succumb to this temptation!

Clearing her throat, Gia takes another sip of her coffee, attempting to calm herself before handing the file to Jules.

He watches her intently, sensing that something is amiss with her. Sweat, restless movements, flushed cheeks, and full lips. A slight smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he observes this unusual scene. Normally, such a sight would only be found in the bedroom, amidst passion and desire.

He had never encountered someone so anxious in the office, especially during lunchtime.

An unholy thought crosses his mind.

"Is there anything else?" Gia asks, secretly hoping that the man would leave at that very moment, as his presence only exacerbates the situation. The musky scent emanating from him sends waves of endorphins coursing through her.

Not good!

"Red flag?" he asks, in a languid tone. Gia composes herself, pretending to be engrossed in the music.

"Feeling adventurous...?" she opens her eyes and looks at him in surprise, but maintains a composed demeanor.

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes, we should discuss the theme. Cloudy Fantasy, how does that sound? Can you elaborate?" Jules inquires.

"Imagine everything in a white palette, with a dreamy ambiance. Like being on cloud nine. Soft, airy, ethereal, serene..." Once again, her mind betrays her, conjuring up that moment of intense pleasure and passionate movements that only he could bring. Him and his exquisite mastery of lovemaking...

"Sounds like someone has experienced paradise," Jules remarks.

Gia quickly regains her composure when Jules offers his genuine opinion. She takes a sip of her coffee, moistening her throat.

"It's nothing like that. It's simply a concept that is both appealing and visually pleasing," she dismisses his suggestive thoughts. But Jules knows better. She finds herself trapped in a helpless situation.

"Well, if that's the case, it's a captivating concept. I mean, juxtaposing innocence with hidden sensuality behind those innocent faces..." Jules strokes his chin, giving her a smug yet lustful gaze, causing her heart to skip a beat.

"Yes...yes, I believe that everyone possesses a hidden side," Gia replies, averting her gaze, trying to tame her own inner desires.

"Folded carefully and kept hidden away..."

"A well-guarded secret," Gia remarks.

Their eyes lock, and she no longer fears him. It's as if she has surrendered to her desires.

"It seems like your thoughts have taken a wild turn," Jules comments, leaning back in his chair with a smirk, his mind filled with images of tantalizing movements and alluring curves.

"Unlike you, I have my boundaries..."

"At least I'm honest. I won't conceal my interest behind subtle gestures and distant façades," Jules states, causing Gia to feel a slight jolt. She grips the edge of her chair tightly.

"So, you're saying I'm distant?"

"No, I believe you're now radiating heat..."

"Huh?"

Jules leans in closer, resting his elbow on the table and tilting his head slightly to the side.

"You've been perspiring quite a bit..."

"There must be something wrong with the air conditioning," Gia quickly stands up, putting distance between herself and Jules. She feels the need to do so, to prevent anything from happening.

Something that could be humiliating.

Unbeknownst to her, it was a misguided move.

Just as she was about to leave her office, Jules grabs her hand and pulls her back slightly, not fully towards him, but enough to stop her.

"You can ask for it. I'll keep my lips sealed," he says with a hint of mischief.

"What do you mean?"

Jules slowly presses her against the wall. Gia instinctively moves backward until her back collides with the wall. Jules leans in closer, his hands resting on the wall above her head.

"Can't handle the intensity?" Gia gazes at him, her eyes wide.

Does he know?

She locks eyes with him, noticing his gaze now fixed on her lips.

Oh God, he knows!

In theory, she should push him away, but actions speak louder than words. Lust overpowers her mind. Her chest rises and falls as Jules closes the distance, targeting her vulnerable spot.

Overwhelmed by her desires, Gia finds herself on the brink of surrender. She reluctantly closes her eyes, succumbing to the power of her lust. Biting her lip, she releases a soft moan, unable to resist any longer.

"Gia..." Jules utters her name, his voice laced with a mix of anticipation and surprise.

"Gia!"