"Just for fun"

"Home sweet home"

Bruce led Alma up the stairs to the penthouse, and she was blown away by the luxurious interior. The spacious living room had a panoramic view of the city skyline, and the furniture was top-of-the-line. But when they got to the bedroom, Alma couldn't help but laugh. "This room is so cliche! I mean, a four-poster bed with red velvet curtains? Come on!" Bruce just smiled and shook his head. "You're right, it's a bit over the top,"

Bruce laughed and said, "I'll have you know, this room was designed by a world-renowned interior designer! But I can see your point. It's a bit much." Alma smiled and said, "It's okay. I can appreciate the thought that went into it. But maybe we can add a few personal touches to make it more our own." Bruce nodded, "That's a great idea. I'll have my assistant get you whatever you need." Alma smiled, "I was thinking maybe a few books, some fresh flowers, and some of my favorite snacks. That would make it feel more like home."

"Done!"

"Thank you, by the way I haven't seen any of your staff or maids?"

"well, I gave them a vacation, as long as you reside here I'll be taking care of you myself."

Bruce said. "And while we're on the subject of food, are you hungry? I can get us something to eat us ." Alma's stomach rumbled at the thought of food. "That sounds amazing. I'm starving!" Bruce picked up the phone and called the kitchen, ordering a variety of dishes from the Chinese menu. When the food arrived, they set it out on the table in the living room and dug in. The dishes were delicious, and they talked and laughed as they ate. It felt natural and easy, and it felt like they had known each other for years.

As they finished their meal, they were both feeling relaxed and comfortable. Bruce looked at Alma and said, "This has been a really nice evening. I'm glad we got to spend some time together." Alma smiled and said, "oh don't be all touchy feely, It's been okay." Bruce took a deep breath and said, "I have to admit, when we first met, I wasn't sure what to think of you. But now I know that you're smart, funny, and really easy to talk to. You're not at all what I expected." Alma felt a rush of warmth at his words but acted like she didn't care.

The next morning, Alma got up and then got ready, "Do I leave him and go ahead?"

she pondered.

"I'll just slightly call out to him"

she walked into his room, and realized that he was still asleep.

"Bruce!!!!!" she yelled.

he tried to block his ears, but she didn't relent.

"Get up!!" she continues.

Bruce groaned and grumbled, "You know I own this company, right? I could fire you for this!" Alma laughed, "Oh please! You need me more than I need you! Besides, I'm just helping you out by making sure you're on time for once. You're lucky to have me." Bruce rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile. He was starting to realize that having Alma around wasn't so bad after all. In fact, it was kind of nice having someone to tease and banter with. He got up and started to get ready for the day, and he could hear was alma cursing at him.

As the day progressed, Bruce and Alma went about their work, but there was a new dynamic between them. They were more comfortable around each other, joking and teasing each other like old friends. But no one at the office seemed to notice anything different. It was as if they were the only ones in on the secret.

When they got home, Alma was feeling stressed and tired. She told Bruce she had a headache and just wanted to relax. He offered to give her a massage, but she hesitated. She was worried that it would be too intimate. But he insisted, saying he knew how to give a great massage. Finally she agreed and he was excited.

Alma bathed and went to Bruce's room. She put on a towel and lay down on the massage table. He started by massaging her neck and shoulders, and she could feel the tension start to melt away. His touch was gentle but firm, and she found herself relaxing into it. As he worked his way down her back, she felt her body loosen up, and her mind started to clear. His hands were like magic, and she felt herself sinking into a state of blissful relaxation.

As Bruce continued the massage, he started to get a bit bolder. He massaged her lower back and then moved down to her thighs. Alma could feel herself getting more and more relaxed. His hands moved slowly and deliberately, and she felt herself starting to lose control. She tried to fight it, but it was no use. She was completely under his spell. And then, just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he stopped. She was left feeling confused and vulnerable. What did it all mean?

After a moment, Bruce spoke. "I' wanted to help you relax. Is everything okay?" he knew what he doing to her. Alma sat up slowly, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. " I'm just a little bit stressed out." Bruce nodded, "I understand. It's okay if you would want to take a day off, I'm here for you if you want to talk about it." Alma looked at him, and for the first time, she wanted to scream

"f**k it!" and throw herself at him.

Alma forced herself to nod, then got up from the massage table and headed back to her room. She could feel her heart pounding and her skin tingling. She felt completely overwhelmed. What was she supposed to do now? Should she say something to Bruce? Should she just forget about it and move on? She lay down on her bed, unable to get the image of his hands on her body out of her head. She felt confused and conflicted, but also somehow exhilarated. What was wrong with her, was she torn between lust and business.

Bruce tried to contain his smile as he went back to his room. He was proud of himself for putting her comfort first, even though he had been tempted to do more. He knew that it would be worth it in the end if he could take things slowly and build a real connection with her. He was in this for the long game, and he wanted to do it right. He just hoped that she felt the same way. He went to sleep that night, dreaming of a future where she was by his side.