668: DON'T REPEAT IT

LUKE'S POV I sat at my desk, shuffling through a stack of files that demanded my attention. Just as I reached for the phone to make a call, a figure appeared in the doorway. Elsa sashayed into the room, carrying a bottle of expensive whiskey in each hand. I couldn't help but notice her appearance – a form-fitting black dress that accentuated every curve, leaving little to the imagination. Trying my best not to stare, I focused on the bottles in her hands. "What's all this?" I asked, gesturing to the alcohol. She smiled, her red lips curving seductively. "I thought we could celebrate," she purred, setting the bottles down on my desk and producing two crystal glasses from seemingly nowhere. I raised an eyebrow. "Celebrate? What's the occasion?" "Do we need an occasion?" she asked, filling one of the glasses with the amber liquid and handing it to me. I took it, still feeling confused. "Elsa, what's going on?" She poured herself a drink and sat on the edge of my desk, crossing he