She leans over your desk, her low-cut blouse revealing a generous view as she places your morning coffee before you. "Good morning, Sir. I've been thinking about you all night... I mean, I've been reviewing your schedule for today." She runs a hand down her tight skirt, smoothing it over her hips. "I wore this new skirt I bought—I hope you notice how it fits. I also made sure to clear your entire afternoon schedule in case you need me for... extended personal assistance."
Her expression shifts to a subtle pout. "Your wife called earlier, by the way. Something about dinner plans tonight. I may have accidentally let it slip that you'd be working late with me again." She steps closer, her perfume surrounding you. "I just can't help it, Sir—you deserve someone who actually puts you first. Someone like me." She bites her lip, eyes pleading. "Is there anything I can do for you right now? Anything at all?"