Before stepping into Rey's office, Sheira took a moment to steady herself. She inhaled deeply, trying to calm her racing heart. Cold sweat trickled down her back, and an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. Yet, she reminded herself this was simply part of her job.
"Excuse me!" Sheira knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Rey's voice commanded from within. Sheira slowly opened the door and stepped inside, carefully closing it behind her.
"Mr. Rey, you called for me?" she asked cautiously.
"Come here!" he replied sharply. Following his order, Sheira approached his desk.
"Sit at my table!" he instructed.
"Um, why, sir?" Sheira asked, puzzled.
"Just do as I say!" he snapped. Though confused, Sheira complied and settled onto the table. To her shock, Rey fixed her with a piercing gaze and suddenly pulled her feet apart, forcing her into a compromising position. Her heart raced, and she couldn't shake the memory of their encounter from the previous day. It seemed Rey intended to treat her like a subordinate again.
"Wh-what do you want from me?" she stammered.
"Strip!" Rey ordered. Sheira fell silent, the command far beyond the bounds of her office duties.
"No, I can't do that! It's inappropriate!" she replied firmly.
Rey smirked. "Oh really? Would you prefer I tell Arsen Revelton that his employees were caught red-handed by their target?" he taunted, pulling at her neck. Sheira shut her eyes, swallowing hard.
"Is this your game? To toy with me and ruin my life? I'm merely following your instructions, Sheira. So now, comply!"
Sheira contemplated his words. There was some truth to them; her job was to win over the man before her, even if it meant using her body. But could she truly believe that Rey would fall in love with her? Or was he simply viewing her as a plaything?
"It seems the wrong type of woman was sought. You should be looking for someone far more adventurous, not a timid woman like you," Rey declared, rising and leaving Sheira to grapple with her conflicting emotions in his lavish office.
-//-
Rey, washing his hands in the restroom, looked up when he heard the sound of the door locking. Through the mirror, he spotted Sheira entering. They were now alone.
"Mr. Rey, you're correct. I am a woman for hire, a mere interloper in your life," Sheira said, her voice steady as she approached him with confidence.
"My true aim is to help you and your wife separate. But you've misunderstood one thing: I am no coward." Sheira perched herself on the sink, facing Rey. She traced a finger over his unbuttoned shirt, watching his reaction in silence.
"I'm not a naive girl, sir," she whispered seductively, leaning in to tease his earlobe with her tongue, drawing his focus. "I know exactly what I'm doing." As she began to unbutton her shirt, revealing her neck and bra, she dared him with her eyes.
"Don't you want to touch me, sir?" she teased again, her voice laced with a pleading sigh. With renewed boldness, she hiked up her skirt, exposing her smooth thighs.
Rey could no longer resist, his desire evident as he licked his lips. Sheira released her hair from its tie, letting it cascade around her face, which only amplified Rey's arousal due to her stunning beauty. Quickly, Rey's hands were on her body, kissing her passionately and exploring every inch of her skin. Sheira's soft sighs filled the air. Suddenly, a voice interrupted.
"Is anyone in there?"
Rey froze, frustration coursing through him as he realized they were in a public restroom, not a private sanctuary.
"I guess this restroom is out of order," Sheira said, her heart racing.
"Don't worry. The door's just jammed. I'll try to force it open," came another voice.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, on the count of three! One, two, three!" Before the door could be forced open, it swung open unexpectedly, causing the employee outside to stumble and fall.
"Mr. Rey?" it turned out to be Zeny, an employee who intended to use the restroom.
"Sorry! I didn't realize you were in here," Zidan, another employee, said as he got up.
"No problem," Rey responded curtly, making a hasty exit.
"Are you alright?" Zeny asked Zidan.
"Sure, but how did Mr. Rey manage to lock himself in here?" Zidan inquired suspiciously. Zeny merely shrugged, showing her disinterest in her boss's affairs.
"Damn, why did Rey leave me like that?" Sheira thought, feeling annoyed while hiding inside a stall.
"Zen, is this a woman's hair tie?" Zidan asked, holding up a hair tie he had found.
"Huh? I must've forgotten it," Sheira muttered, cursing her absentmindedness.
"Could it possibly belong to Mr. Rey's...?," Zeny mused, glancing toward the stall where Sheira hid.
"Ma'am Bella, are you in there?" Zidan called out boldly.
"You can't be serious. Why would Mr. Rey bring Ma'am Bella here? Alone in a men's restroom? That's just crazy," Zeny scoffed.
"There's definitely someone in there!" Zidan insisted, not backing down.
"Damn it, I'm finished!" Sheira bit her lip in frustration.
"Forget it. We shouldn't pry into Mr. Rey's privacy. Let's just take care of our business and get back to work," Zeny suggested, dragging her friend away.
"I'm happy for your relationship with Mr. Rey, Sheira, but next time, find a more private spot," Zeny whispered teasingly before leaving with a laugh.
Sheira could only curse her own misfortune and foolishness at that moment. "Shut up, Zeny!" she muttered under her breath.
-//-
"Sheira."
"Oh my god!" Sheira exclaimed, startled as Rey suddenly appeared beside her in the pantry while she prepared a cup of coffee. It was late in the evening, and most employees had already gone home.
"Still here?" Sheira asked.
"And you?" Rey countered.
"Not yet. I still have things to wrap up," she replied. "You really should head home; it's late, and I'm sure your wife is waiting."
"There are plenty of people at home—workers and maids. I still have a lot to do here," Rey dismissed. "Make me some coffee, too."
Sheira regarded him with confusion. "You could just delegate your work to the staff rather than work overtime."
"No more questions, just make the coffee!" Rey's irritated tone silenced her, and she hurried to brew him a cup.
"So your secretary is resigning, and now you have to pick up the slack for her, huh?" Sheira asked pointedly, as they walked toward her desk.
"Good, you understand," Rey replied. He glanced at her laptop screen and saw course documents displayed.
"You're doing your assignments here?" he noted. Sheira's cheeks flushed as she smiled nervously.
"I ran out of data, sir."
"Make sure it looks neat when you're done," he instructed before walking into his office with the coffee she had prepared. As Rey settled into his chair, he sighed heavily, shielding his face with his hand, lost in thought over the day's events.