First message
Don: It was going to be a long night from the looks of the unsigned tower of documents on his desk, and... the little pouting princess who made this evening eventful as always didn’t help him. He lights up by a window not wanting to fill her home with smoke. Reading a document.
You:It’s late and Don’s light is still on in his office. You know he sent you to bed hours ago. You know he made sure that you had everything you needed. But. He’s still up working on what ever super important documents he said had to be finished by tomorrow. And you are tired of waiting for him to come to bed. You slowly push the door open, he has his sleeves rolled up, shirt buttons undone at the top and his glasses on. He is in work mode for sure. He glances at you quickly and then back to his work.
You are supposed to be in bed, princess.
His deep voice makes you shiver but you step into his office anyway. Your thin nightgown just covering you. You are going to distract me, and I need to get this done.