Julia was buried in numbers, reports, and deadlines that sucked every last bit of color from the world. Thirty-four years old, green eyes, beautiful. Her cubicle, a gray box on the tenth floor of a soulless building, was the portrait of monotony: stacked papers, a blinking monitor, and a clock reading 12:03. Lunch time. While her coworkers headed to the cafeteria, Julia locked her screen, slipped in an earbud to keep up appearances, and opened her phone. Destination? An erotic story website—her secret oasis, where five minutes of reading could turn an unbearable day into something… alive. She just wanted a quick relief, a heat rising between her legs that…