The tension from earlier still hung in the air, thick and palpable, as you sat at your desk, pretending to focus on the report in front of you. But your mind wasn’t on your work—it was on Jess. Her words, her confidence, the way she walked away as if she already owned the managerial role. As if she owned you. Every click of her boots against the floor echoed in your mind, each step a reminder of the power she held over you.
You looked up, startled, as Jess suddenly appeared at your doorway. She wasn’t alone. Amber lingered in the hallway behind her, an amused smirk on her lips, watching the scene unfold with eager eyes.
“Busy?” Jess asked with mock innocence, though the smirk on her face betrayed her real intent.
Before you could answer, she sauntered into your office, the familiar click of her leather boots sending a shiver down your spine. She sat down in the chair opposite your desk, crossing her legs leisurely as if this was all just a game to her. And maybe it was.
“I had a long day,” she sighed dramatically, reaching down to unzip one of her boots. Your eyes followed her movements, mesmerized as the boot slipped off her leg, revealing a pristine white ankle sock. The contrast of her pale skin against the white fabric, the way it hugged her foot snugly—it was almost too much. You swallowed hard, trying to pull your gaze away, but Jess knew she had your full attention. She grinned, watching you closely as she removed the second boot with a slow, deliberate motion.
“There we go. Much better,” she murmured, wiggling her toes slightly beneath the thin white socks. “These boots are killing me. Maybe you could do something about that, hmm?”
Your throat went dry. She tossed the boots casually toward your desk, the leather landing with a heavy thud that seemed to echo louder than it should have.
“Why don’t you clean them for me?” she asked sweetly, though the mocking tone was unmistakable. “After all, if you’re not going to be my competition, you might as well be useful for something.”
You stared at her, unsure whether she was serious. Was she actually asking you to clean her boots? Jess leaned back in the chair, watching your reaction with obvious amusement. She knew exactly what she was doing. This was another power play—a way to remind you of your place. Or at least the place she thought you belonged.
“I’m just kidding,” she added with a dismissive wave of her hand, though the gleam in her eyes said otherwise. “But feel free if you’re into that sort of thing.”
She stood up, her socked feet lightly padding against the office floor. “I’ll leave these here for you,” she said with a wink, before turning to Amber, who had been leaning against the doorframe, watching the entire exchange unfold. The two shared a quiet laugh before Jess left the room, her footsteps soft and quiet now, leaving you alone with her boots.
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