Ethan never thought a simple posture could mess with his mind this much. But with Mia, everything was different. She wasn’t loud, she wasn’t flirtatious—she had that quiet elegance that made every little move feel intentional… even when it wasn’t.
They worked in the same building, same floor. Every morning she’d walk past his desk, her long dress swaying around her toned legs. She always sat with one knee slightly over the other… very proper, very polite.
Except that one night.
They were stuck finishing a project late—just the two of them. The office lights were dim, a soft yellow glow under the quiet hum of the AC. Ethan tried to focus on the screen, but Mia kept shifting in her chair, getting more comfortable.
Then he noticed it.
Her legs drifted apart—subtle, slow. Not wide—just enough to break that perfect “polite” image she always carried. And suddenly, the air turned warm.
His heartbeat jumped.
Was she doing it on purpose?
Mia leaned back, stretching her neck, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her eyes flicked to his. Just a second too long. Then she crossed her legs again… almost like she realized something slipped.
Ethan swallowed hard.
He couldn’t pretend he didn’t know. Men may act clueless, but the body knows things before the brain does.
When a woman’s legs part like that, even slightly…
It means she’s comfortable.
It means she’s letting her guard down.
It means she’s thinking about the possibilities — not the rules.
He tried to speak normally, but his voice cracked as he handed her the final report.
“Oh… thanks,” she whispered, taking it—her fingers brushing his with just a little pressure. Too much to be accidental.
On the elevator down, she stood beside him. Close. The kind of close where you feel someone’s warmth like a magnetic pull. Ethan kept his eyes forward… mostly. But he noticed the hem of her skirt had risen just a bit from sitting.
The doors opened to a quiet parking lot.
“You parked on the far side?” Mia asked him.
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“I’ll walk with you,” she said softly.
Halfway across the lot, she paused under a streetlight. Her heels clicked as she stepped toward him—closing the distance until only inches remained.
“Ethan,” she whispered, her breath mixing with his, “you noticed tonight… didn’t you?”
He didn’t answer—but she saw the truth in his eyes.
She smiled, slow… sinful.
“When a woman lets her legs drift apart around a man…” she whispered in his ear, “it’s because she’s deciding whether she wants him between them.”
His breath caught.
“And tonight…” she added, taking his hand and placing it on her hip, “…I’ve decided.”
She moved in first—her lips finding his, soft but hungry. His hands followed the curve of her waist, pulling her closer. There was no hesitation left, no guessing.
Everything she hid behind politeness… now poured out in her kiss.
By the time they finally pulled apart, both were breathless.
“So…” he murmured, forehead against hers, “…decision made?”
She giggled—half shy, half wicked.
“Oh, Ethan…” she said, tugging his belt playfully,
“my legs are already telling you yes.”