She was still trying to process what she had just seen. Her mind seemed to have short-circuited, and for a few brief seconds she stared blankly at some random spot in the reception area. But when she looked again at her boss’s face, frozen on the screen, those sky-blue eyes openly betraying lust and arousal, a strange sensation took hold of her.

No matter how hard she fought against her instincts, she found herself unconsciously wishing she were in the filmmaker’s place.

Reality hit her when her personal phone began to vibrate loudly inside the desk drawer.

She muttered something inappropriate under her breath as she opened the drawer and grabbed her phone. Her best friend’s name flashed on the touchscreen. Before answering, she slipped a single earbud into her right ear.

“Are you still at the office?”

She blinked several times, silently grateful for her friend’s call.

“I… yes. Yes, I am. There are things I still need to organize,” she replied, part of her mind still trapped in the vi