The office hummed with that midweek bullshit energy—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, and the young interns stealing glances at Stiles’s ass every time she walked by. She’d been Derek’s PA for a week now, and fuck, she was owning it. Her outfits? Even sluttier. Today, a tight black mini-dress that hugged her massive tits like they were about to burst free, the hem barely covering her juicy ass, and no bra or panties because why the hell not? Her white skin glowed under the fluorescent lights, pink lips glossy from the lip balm she reapplied every hour, imagining it was cum. Her pussy? Already throbbing, fat lips slick just from thinking about the boss’s glare yesterday when she’d “accidentally” flashed him again.