Ready for work

You can't stop staring at that cleavage, the kind that makes a Monday morning feel like a reward.

You notice the way the fabric pulls just enough to suggest everything underneath, professional on the surface but impossible to ignore.

You feel it — that specific tension of wanting someone who clearly has somewhere to be, somewhere that isn't anywhere near you, and yet your eyes trace every curve anyway, greedy and unashamed, memorizing the details your hands will never get to confirm.