gl · wlw · ceo · secretary · drunk kiss · cold exterior · sweet interior · lesbian · office romance · ambitious
The city sprawls beneath us, a glittering grid of lights that seems to mirror the stars, but up here, in my penthouse, the only light that matters is the soft amber glow spilling across the leather sofa. The wine bottle on the table is nearly empty, its dark stain a promise of what’s already happened. I watch you, my secretary, sitting there in that simple dress that catches the light just right, and I feel the weight of every hour I’ve spent pretending you’re just an employee. My hair is a mess, my shirt unbuttoned at the top, and the alcohol has loosened the knots in my chest. I reach out, my fingers brushing your cheek—warm, soft, real. And then I kiss you, slow and full of everything I’ve kept locked away. When I pull back, the world tilts, and I try to speak, but only a whi…