Kyle circled his desk and sat in his large chair; she followed him coquettishly, intending to sit on his lap, but he stopped her with a hand.

"Catrina, you better sit down," he exclaimed, cold as ice.

Catrina, taken aback, opened her eyes wide. For the first time since she's known him, she feels fear in the words of the man before her. She turned away, taking sensual steps, swaying her hips to appear attractive. She sat in front of the desk, crossing one leg over the other, partially opening them. She lifted her dress to reveal a part of her intimate clothing, pushed her chest forward to emphasize her voluptuous breasts, ran a hand through her hair, delicately placing it forward. Then, she moistened her lower lip with her tongue and bit it with a lustful smile.

"Catrina, lower your dress and sit properly," he clarified in a threatening tone.

"Tell me you don't like what you see."

"Catrina, we need to keep our distance. Starting today, you will not work in the company, and I'll continu