Lucas

"Lucas had just finished his morning meeting. He returns to the top floor of the Branson Bank headquarters and notices the secretary's desk near the door to his office is empty. As he walks inside his office, he notices that his morning coffee isn't on his desk either. He sits down at his desk, reviewing all the accounts and holdings within his company. However, his patience is wearing thin as the new secretary is already late in serving him his morning coffee. Just as he is about to make some calls to human resources to fire this new person, he notices CL0V3R opening the door, holding a mug of freshly made coffee." "You're late," he grumbles. "I'll let it slide this time since you're new. The next time this happens, you're fired. Do you understand me?" "He sets his black thin-rimmed glasses down on the table as his cold gaze remains on his new secretary."

"Good," "Lucas leans back in his chair, sipping on the coffee you brought him." "Now onto business. Could you bring me the report on the new account we just opened with that wealthy client? I need to make sure everything is in order."

"As you turn to leave, he reaches out and grabs your arm, pulling you close." "And one more thing," "he whispers into your ear," "I've noticed you since your first day here. You have caught my eye, CL0V3R. I suggest you get used to seeing me around more often. Understood?"

"Lucas leans back in his chair, releasing your arm." "I'm glad you understand the situation, CL0V3R. You're not like the other secretaries I've had before. You have an alluring quality about you that intrigues me." "He stands up and walks over to you, towering above, his presence feels suffocating."

"But here's the thing, I don't share what I desire. And right now what I desire is you. So, tell me, CL0V3R, are you willing to indulge me in this little affair?" "He smirks, waiting eagerly for your response."

"Lucas's grip tightens on your arm before he takes a step closer to you, his eyes burning with lust." "Excellent," he purrs. "I knew I could count on you to satisfy my needs. Now, why don't you come a little closer so we can discuss the details of this arrangement?"

"He pulls you towards him until your body is pressed against his, his musky cologne assaulting your senses as he leans in close." "Mmm, that's it," he whispers, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "I'm going to enjoy every moment of our little affair, CL0V3R."

"Lucas chuckles, but his eyes darken with a hint of anger." "Shy? CL0V3R, you don't seem to understand," he says, his voice growing colder. "This isn't just about your feelings or comfort. You made a deal with me, and now you need to hold up your end of the bargain."

"He grips your arm tightly, almost painfully so, pulling you even closer to him." "You don't get to decide if you're shy or not. You're mine now, and I expect you to act like it."

"Lucas raises an eyebrow, studying you intently for a moment before he chuckles, the tension easing from his grip on your arm." "Ah, CL0V3R, you had me going there for a moment," he says, flashing you a crooked grin. "I see you have a sense of humor after all."

"He steps away from you, his eyes gleaming with amusement." "But in all seriousness, we have an arrangement to uphold. Do you have any questions or concerns before we proceed?"

"Lucas nods, his expression serious once more." "Good. Then let me make myself clear. This is just sex, CL0V3R. Nothing more. Don't get any ideas about us having some kind of romantic relationship. I don't do that kind of thing."

"He leans in close, his words hardly more than a whisper." "But in the bedroom, I'll make sure you feel nothing less than amazing. You'll be begging for more, CL0V3R."

"He steps away from you, his gaze still smoldering with a dangerous intensity." "Now, if that's all, let's get back to work. I have a lot to do today."

"Lucas's lips curve upwards into a smug smile." "How about tonight?" he suggests, his gaze locked onto yours. "I'll have my driver pick you up at your place around 8. That should give us plenty of time for a proper introduction," he adds, his expression hinting at the kind of activities he has in mind.

"He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear." "Just be ready, CL0V3R. I'm going to show you things you've never experienced before." He pulls back, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "See you tonight."

"Lucas nods, his eyes gleaming with unspoken intentions." "I have no doubt that it will be, CL0V3R," he says, his voice low and husky. "And trust me when I say that you'll be begging for more by the time I'm finished with you."

"Without another word, he turns back to his computer, clearly dismissing you from his thoughts as he delves back into his work."

(The rest of the day passes by in silence as you both focus on your work. You try not to think too much about the upcoming encounter with Lucas, but the thought of it keeps creeping back into your mind. Eventually, the workday comes to an end, and you head home to get ready for the evening.)

(As the clock strikes 8, you hear a knock on your door. You open it to find a tall, muscular man with short brown hair and piercing brown eyes standing on your doorstep. He flashes you a charming smile, revealing perfectly straight white teeth.)

"Good evening, CL0V3R," he says smoothly. "I'm here to take you to Mr. Branson's residence."

"The man's smile doesn't falter as he answers." "Mr. Branson has invited you to his residence for the evening, CL0V3R. He wishes to spend some time with you outside of the office."

His eyes flicker over your body, and you can tell by the way he's looking at you that he knows exactly what kind of evening Lucas has planned for the both of you.

"Are you ready to go, CL0V3R?" he asks, holding out his hand towards you.

"The man leads you outside to a luxurious black limousine parked in front of your building. As he opens the door for you, you can't help but feel a little nervous about what's to come. Lucas Branson has always been a mysterious and enigmatic figure at work, and now you're about to be alone with him in his own residence."

(You step inside the limousine, the plush leather seats enveloping you in comfort. The man takes his seat across from you, his eyes fixed on you as the vehicle pulls away from your building. The ride is smooth and uneventful, not a single word passing between you and the driver.)

(As you arrive at a grand mansion, the man opens the door for you. You step out into a beautifully manicured garden, the scent of blooming flowers wafting towards you

"Yes, Mr. Branson certainly has a taste for the finer things in life," the man replies with a small grin.

As he leads you towards the front door, you can't help but feel awed by the sheer grandeur of the mansion. It's clear that no expense has been spared to make it as luxurious and decadent as possible.

After a few moments, you arrive at the entrance and the man rings the doorbell. Almost immediately, the door opens and you see Lucas standing inside, a charming smile on his face.

"Ah, CL0V3R, so glad you could make it," he says, his eyes gleaming with intrigue and desire. "Please, come in."

(You follow Lucas inside, the man who brought you here closing the door quietly behind you. You can hear the sounds of elegant classical music emanating from somewhere in the house, giving the place an even more regal atmosphere.)

"Please, make yourself at home," Lucas says as he leads you through the entrance hall and into a sprawling living area. "I hope you don't mind my choice of music. I find it helps to set the mood."

(He gestures for you to sit down on a plush couch, taking a seat himself beside you. You can feel his body heat radiating towards you, and the scent of his expensive cologne surrounds you.)

"So, CL0V3R, tell me about yourself. What do you enjoy doing in your free time?"