The world came back to Sera in fragments. The sharp scent of cologne. The murmur of voices. The cold bite of the polished floor beneath her cheek.
Her eyes fluttered open, vision swimming at first, and shapes came into focus - Nancy's worried face hovering above her, framed by soft brown waves. The concerned expressions of a few colleagues. And beyond them…
William.
He stood there, immaculate as ever, not a hair out of place, his dark suit clinging to him like a lover's touch. His eyes glinted with that same unreadable light, his lips curved into that familiar smile - so gentle, so dangerous.
For a breathless moment, panic gripped Sera. Had it been real? Had she truly seen her mother -
But no. The office was normal. There were no signs of the unspeakable act that had shattered her mind. Her mother wasn't here, naked and lost to pleasure.
It was a dream… just a nightmare, Sera told herself, relief flooding through her.
"Sera!" Nancy's voice snapped her back. "Are you okay? What happened?"
Sera sat up slowly, brushing her hair from her face, heart still racing. "I… I don't know. I just - felt faint, I guess. Stress maybe."
Nancy squeezed her hand, concern deep in her eyes. "You really scared me, girl."
"I'm fine," Sera lied, her voice steadying. "Really."
William stepped closer, his smile softening as he crouched beside her. His presence enveloped her, warm and dangerous like a flame too close to the skin.
"Come on, honey," he said, his voice low and rich, "don't stress yourself too much. You're too precious to let the world weigh on you like this."
Sera froze at the word honey.
But before she could respond, William straightened, glancing around at the gathered employees. His smile widened.
"Come on, my little babies," he said lightly, clapping his hands once. "Let's meet your new mamma."
The words hung in the air, strange and out of place. No one seemed to understand what he meant - not even Nancy, who shot Sera a confused look.
Still dazed, Sera got to her feet, and together with Nancy, she followed William as he strode down the hall, his gait easy and confident.
They entered his office, and Sera's breath caught in her throat.
There she was.
A woman sat in one of the chairs opposite William's massive desk. Her posture was perfect, her legs crossed at the knee, one heel tapping lazily against the polished floor. A tailored white shirt hugged her chest so tightly it seemed to defy the buttons that strained across her curves. The collar was open just enough to tease the swell of her breasts. Her black pants fit like they were part of her skin, clinging to strong, sculpted legs. A jacket, clearly designer, hung over the back of the chair, forgotten in the power of her presence.
Her hair - once dull and streaked with gray - was now a brilliant shade of blonde, like molten gold under the office lights. It cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, glossy and perfect.
She looked like she could walk out of this office and take over the world without breaking a sweat.
Sera stared, heart hammering, mouth dry.
No. It can't be.
The woman uncrossed her legs in one slow, graceful motion and rose to her feet. The movement was fluid, commanding. Sera couldn't take her eyes off the woman's figure - fit, strong, her waist trim, her hips curving out to a firm, round backside that the tight skirt did nothing to hide.
And then the woman smiled.
"Sera, my darling!"
Sera felt the ground tilt beneath her feet.
Mother.
But not the mother she knew. Not the weary, stooped woman in faded clothes who waited on the porch each morning. Not the mother with work-worn hands and kind, tired eyes.
Her mother had been soft around the middle, her shoulders slumped, her clothes loose and unfashionable, as if she'd long stopped caring about how she looked. Her blouses had been baggy, her skirts outdated. Her hair had been tied back in a messy bun, streaked with the gray of hard years.
This woman - this stunning creature - looked thirty at most. Her skin glowed with health, her body toned and irresistible, her presence enough to make heads turn, hearts race.
Serena - if it even was Serena - crossed the room, heels clicking with purpose, and wrapped Sera in a tight hug. Sera felt the firm strength of her mother's transformed body, smelled the subtle, expensive perfume that clung to her skin.
And then, shockingly, her mother pressed a kiss to her cheek, warm and lingering.
Before Sera could recover, her mother turned to Nancy, smiling wide.
"And you must be the girlfriend of my daughter! How wonderful!"
Nancy blinked, blushing furiously. "I - uh - what - "
But Serena didn't wait for a response. She pulled Nancy into a hug as well, her arms strong, confident, and kissed her too - soft, affectionate, leaving Nancy speechless.
Sera could only stare.
Her mother's voice - so sure, so smooth. The accent was different. The woman spoke English with flawless ease, her words flowing like silk. And when she spoke the local language, it sounded almost secondary now, touched with something new, something foreign.
This was not the mother Sera had left at home that morning.
Before Sera could find her voice, she saw it - William stepping close, his hand settling on Serena's waist, fingers spreading possessively over the curve of her hip. His other hand slid up her back, fingers brushing the golden waves of her hair.
Serena leaned into him, her body pliant under his touch, her lips parting in a smile that was part pleasure, part invitation.
William's hand moved lower, cupping her backside, pulling her against him. Serena let him, even arched subtly, offering herself up like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Their chemistry crackled like lightning - undeniable, raw. William's eyes gleamed darkly as his fingers tightened on her, as if he were claiming her in front of Sera and Nancy, daring them to watch.
Serena's hand came up, stroking William's chest, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, her eyes filled with heat.
She was enjoying this.
Sera's mind reeled. What is happening?
The woman she'd known as her mother - the modest, shy, humble woman who spoke only when spoken to, who wore the same tired clothes day after day - was gone.
In her place was this vision of power and seduction, a woman who seemed made to be touched, claimed, desired.
And William… William was enjoying every moment, his hands sure, his smile dark and satisfied as he explored her mother's new body right before Sera's eyes.
Sera swayed, the room spinning.
Her mother… her mother was his now.
The door to William's office clicked shut behind them, sealing them in their private world of heat and hunger. Serena stood there, radiant and untouchable, but William didn't wait - not when she looked at him with those daring eyes, filled with desire and power.
His hands found her waist, strong fingers sinking into the soft curve where her shirt tucked into that tight, unforgiving skirt. He pulled her close, their bodies meeting with a heat that sparked through the air. His mouth found hers, and she melted into the kiss - hot, deep, claiming. Their tongues tangled, breath mingling as he devoured her lips, as if tasting her could never be enough.
Serena's hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle beneath his shirt, pulling at his tie until it came loose. She tugged at the buttons of his shirt, eager, hungry, revealing the smooth skin and firm muscle she wanted to touch.
William growled low in his throat as he broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down her jaw, nipping at the tender skin of her throat. She tilted her head, offering more, her breath hitching as his teeth grazed that sensitive spot just beneath her ear.
His hands roamed lower, over the swell of her hips, around to the fullness of her backside. He gripped her, squeezing, making her gasp as he pulled her against him, letting her feel the hard evidence of his arousal.
Serena's skirt was tight, but William made quick work of it, sliding it up over her thighs, baring long, toned legs that trembled slightly beneath his touch. His hands slid over her, stroking the soft skin of her thighs, parting them as his mouth returned to hers, kissing her with a hunger that left them both breathless.
Her shirt strained at the buttons as she arched against him, and he couldn't resist. His fingers worked quickly, popping them open one by one, revealing the swell of her breasts beneath a lace bra that did nothing to hide her hardened peaks.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with need.
His mouth found the curve of her breast, lips and tongue teasing the soft skin as his hands slid beneath her skirt, fingers brushing over the lace edge of her panties. He pushed them aside, finding her heat, his touch slow at first, coaxing her, making her shiver against him.
Serena's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. His mouth closed over a nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking in rhythm with the strokes of his fingers between her thighs.
She moaned, the sound low and breathless, her body arching into him as pleasure built in waves.
William lifted her effortlessly, setting her on the edge of his desk, spreading her legs wider. His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge, his mouth trailing down, down, leaving a path of fire across her skin.
And when his mouth found her core, when his tongue tasted her, she cried out, her fingers clutching at him, her hips lifting to meet him.
He took his time, savoring her, driving her higher, until her breath came in ragged gasps, until her body trembled on the edge. And when he finally entered her, it was slow at first - agonizingly slow - making her feel every inch of him, filling her, claiming her.
Their bodies moved together, a rhythm of need and power, of surrender and control. Skin met skin, slick with heat, the room filled with the sound of their joining, the desk trembling beneath them.
William owned her in that moment - every moan, every shudder, every gasp. And Serena reveled in it, lost in the pleasure, in the feeling of being desired, claimed, made new.
Together they burned, unstoppable, until the world outside that office no longer mattered.