The Story of Playing with Fire

The Story of Playing with Fire
He's a newcomer in the xx department. Well, not exactly a newcomer, since he's been here for almost a year. Our department and his department have frequent meetings and interactions, which is why I noticed him.
He was quite good-looking, handsome, tall and thin, without glasses, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Observing his interactions with female colleagues, he seemed to consider himself a player in relationships, with a subtle flirtatious and confident air about him in his words and actions. That was my impression of him.
For some reason, he noticed me too. Actually, there are quite a few younger women in the company than me, so I guess they're all around his age. I suspect it's because one of the buttons on my shirt was undone during the meeting that day, because he kept staring at me the whole time, and I only realized I'd been exposed when I got back to my seat!
Anyway, I ran into him in the elevator that day after get off work...
"Sandrea, right? I'm Ronny from the xx department, remember me?" he greeted warmly.
"I remember..." I replied, curious about what he was planning to do.
"The case your department reported today was quite interesting. Are you considering using the xxx operating method?"
"Yeah, that's right..."
We started talking about work, but I began to wonder: Aren't you new? You don't need to pretend you're an expert and offer advice, do you?
The elevator arrived, and he turned to me, asking, "Do you want me to give you a ride home?"
I always take the subway and I'm not really used to delivering things to strangers, but... I'm genuinely curious to get to know this young man.
"OK!"
He led me to his car, a silver Virage, whose leather seats were quite comfortable.
We chatted along the way.
When we arrived at my doorstep, just as I was about to get out of the car, he asked again, "May I get in?"
I was stunned. Is this how someone born in the 1970s approaches picking up girls?
"you?"
"Yes, I'd like to have a cup of tea and use the restroom. Is that convenient?" He still looked very sincere.
Such seemingly reasonable excuses are often not the truth. I had absolutely no intention of getting involved with him. Just as I was about to refuse him, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind. This idea was so interesting and wicked that I almost laughed out loud. I checked the time; my husband wouldn't be home for at least another two hours.
"Okay, then come up here..."
He came in and actually asked me where the toilet was. I pointed it out to him and told him I needed to go into my room to change.
I went into the bathroom, took off my suit, and changed into a low-cut spaghetti strap top and trousers. I looked in the mirror; my deep cleavage and fair breasts—no man could resist that.
I've already planned out how I'll resist if he can't handle it...
This looks like playing with fire, but it's actually quite fun! :p
I walked into the living room, just as he came out. He stared at my clothes, his eyes practically glued to me, drool practically dripping from his mouth. I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly: Such composure? Absolutely no air of a master!
I deliberately chatted with him about serious topics and even poured him tea.
We chatted for a while, but he seemed to be rambling on and on...
"Well... it's getting late, are you going back?" I hinted to him.
"Well... I'll be going now..." he had to say.
I got up to see him off, and his gaze kept lingering on me.
After that incident, he would often find excuses to talk to me at work, and he would also often find excuses to wait for me after get off work so he could drive me home. He asked me out to dinner a few times, but I declined each time.
Until one time, again after get off work, I saw him at the elevator...
"Hello, Ronny, we meet again!" I pretended to be surprised, but I knew what was going on.
"Yeah, Sandrea, what a coincidence!" He pretended to be clueless.
"Shall I drive you home?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Oh... okay!" I replied as usual.
On the way back, he suggested we go out for dinner: "There's a newly opened Thai restaurant, how about I treat you?"
I initially wanted to reject him, but then I thought, why not?
"Okay, let's go then..."
When we arrived at the restaurant, I excused myself to use the restroom, letting my hair down and deliberately unbuttoning the top two buttons of my shirt. Back at my seat, his eyes gleamed with burning desire!
"Sister Sandrea, you're such a beautiful woman, you truly are the flower of our xx..." he said.
Flattering praise.
"Thank you!" I said with a smile.
"A woman like you must have quite a few men around her, right?" he asked.
"Mr. Ronny, I'm married now!..." I held out my hand, showing him my ring finger.

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