"Look who's here, the second youngest Best Supporting Actress in Oscar history." After Kirsten Dunst closed the office door, Adrian said with a teasing tone as his gaze roamed freely over her.
Kirsten flashed an innocent smile and walked straight to the back of the desk, hopping onto Adrian's thigh. She wore a light-colored blouse and a dark jacket, with a plaid skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, and white socks that stretched to her ankles, topped with brown leather shoes. Her golden curls drooped beautifully from her head, making her appear like any other adorable girl if not for those beautiful eyes occasionally oozing seductiveness.
"I love that nickname, Ed," Kirsten said as she almost lay on Adrian, her slightly puffed chest rubbing against him unintentionally as she became more and more aware of how to use her advantages to make him like her.
"Your mom didn't come with you?" Adrian knowingly asked as he lifted her chin with his hand.