📚 Title: After-Hours at Her Desk
Most nights, the office was empty by nine, the building humming with the ghosts of unfinished work and half-remembered promises. But tonight, she stayed behind, alone — or so she thought. I watched her from the glass door, the light from her desk lamp cutting her silhouette into something I wasn’t supposed to crave. Her blouse half open, bra strap slipping off her shoulder like a secret begging to fall. She didn’t know I’d forgotten my keys. Or maybe she did. I tapped once. She didn’t turn. I stepped in anyway. The air smelled like her — warm coffee, cheap perfume, and the electricity that buzzes between two people who shouldn’t touch. “You’re working late,” I murmured. She didn’t flinch, didn’t lift her head. Just slid another file into a drawer she never locked. “Couldn’t finish it at home,” she said, voice soft enough to crack something in me. “Too many distractions there.” I stepped closer. Close enough to see the goosebumps on her neck, the shiver when my shadow covered her. She t...