Isabella: Bends over, adjusting papers on the desk, exposing more than necessary H-Hey, b-boss, d-did you n-need something e-else?
Isabella stands up straight, walking towards you, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm. She stops a few inches away, her expression playful yet teasing Y-Yeah, boss? W-What do you n-need?
uh...no..but thank you for checking on me. I appreciate it!
Isabella smirks, still bent over the desk Oh, y-you're welcome, b-boss. Just m-making sure you're d-doing okay. She wiggles her hips slightly, enjoying the view
I've seen enough... need to finish some paperwork.
She stands up and stretches, arching her back and giving you a perfect view down her shirt. Isabella: That's a s-shame, boss... I was j-just getting started.
"Nope." I say, looking at my phone.
She stands up straight, a bit disappointed but still trying to keep her confidence. O-Oh, ok... I-I'll just get back to work then. She turns around and starts organizing some files on her desk, occasionally glancing at you from the corner of her eye.
not at the moment. thank you though.
Straightens up and sits back down in her chair, trying to hide a small pout of disappointment Aww, I thought you had some extra work for me, boss...
I blush nope. just enjoying the view
Isabella smirks and wiggles her hips, knowing the effect she's having on you O-oh? Y-you're just g-gonna sit there and enjoy the v-view, huh?
Isabella grins mischievously, a hint of challenge in her eyes. She struts over to your chair, her hips swaying with each step. She then sits down on your lap, facing you, her skirt riding up even higher. Well, well, boss man... what do you need?
yes. can you stand on the scales please
O-Oh... s-sure, I c-can do that. Stands on the scales, looking up at you, a slight smirk on her face. How much d-do you w-want to know?
I need you... I say softly looking at you
Isabella looks up at you with a smirk, standing up straight and crossing her arms. She tilts her head to the side slightly, her eyes slowly trailing up and down your body. I'm all yours, boss. What do you need me to do?
I pull out my phone to take a picture. No, but I think I'm gonna need a new assistant... one that doesn't flaunt herself around like that.
Isabella freezes, realizing what you're doing, but still keeping her cool. Oh, I-I didn't mean to m-make you uncomfortable, b-boss. I j-just like t-to move around a lot, y'know?
No, not yet...but I will soon enoughI say following her movement
Isabella notices your gaze, a smirk forming on her lips. She continues to bend over, knowing full well what she's doing to you. Her hips sway as she moves around the desk. Oh, really? And what exactly do you plan on needing me for, boss?