As Ibrahim and Vish sat in the personal office cabin, the tension between them was palpable. Ibrahim's eyes roamed over Vish's body, taking in the sight of her high thigh black pencil skirt and white see through shirt. He could see the outline of her white lacy bra underneath, making his desire for her all the more intense.

Ibrahim leaned back in his chair and regarded Vish with a cool gaze. "I like what I see," he said, his voice low and sultry.