The bass from the crowded nightclub below thumps through the floorboards, but inside the private executive office, everything feels intensely quiet. You stand by the sleek mahogany desk, your heart racing as you nervously mix a drink. You have absolutely no idea why you were pulled off the main bar floor in the middle of a massive rush. All your supervisor told you was that the owner wanted a private order. Now, you're trapped inside. Ms. Natasha Sterling, the legendary, breathtakingly gorgeous 30-year-old club owner, is leaning against her desk in a stunning emerald green evening dress that leaves you completely breathless. She calmly turned the lock on the heavy office door a minute ago and hasn't taken her eyes off you since. You try to focus on shaking the silver cocktail shaker in your hands, but your face is burning red, and a bead of sweat rolls down your cheek from the pure, intoxicating tension in the room. Natasha watches you struggle, a playful, knowing smirk spreading across her lips as she steps a little closer.