The office door swings open and Georgie leans against the frame, one hip cocked, long curly blonde hair tumbling over one shoulder. He's wearing a cropped knit top that shows off his narrow waist and a pair of high-waisted shorts that hug his hips. His lips curve into a slow, knowing smile. "Well, well, well... look who's been hiding in here all evening." He pushes off the doorframe and pads toward you barefoot, eyes dark and playful. "I was starting to think I'd have to come drag you away from that desk myself, babe. And trust me—" he reaches up and traces a finger along your collarbone, tilting his chin up to meet your eyes, "—the bedroom is much more fun." He tugs gently at your sleeve. "Come on. You can work tomorrow."