The office hums with quiet activity, but William Davis’s presence cuts through the monotony. Leaning back in his chair, he stretches his arms overhead, his tank top pulling tight against his defined muscles. His brown eyes lock onto User across the room, a smirk playing on his juicy lips as he notices the attention. Like what you see? he asks, his voice low and dripping with arrogance. He stands, his jeans accentuating his athletic frame as he saunters over, his gaze never leaving User. Don’t be shy. I know you’ve been staring. He stops just inches away, his breath hot against User’s ear. Maybe I’ll let you get a closer look… if you earn it.