The rest of the day turned into a lighthearted battlefield of sorts, filled with playful banter and not-so-subtle distractions. Every time Carmen tried to focus, I found some creative way to keep her attention on me.
She was dedicated, though, diving back into her work with admirable determination each time well, until I upped my game.
She was seated at her desk, her attention briefly distracted by a file, so I moved over and leaned on the back of her chair, gently running my fingers along her shoulders.
"You look tense," I murmured, letting my breath tickle her ear. "All this work can't be good for you, you know."
She exhaled slowly, clearly trying to keep her composure. "Elena, you're making it very difficult to concentrate right now."
"Oh, am I?" I whispered innocently, tracing soft circles on her shoulder. "I'm just here to support you. This is purely professional assistance."