cold · wealthy · boss · territorial · denial · office romance · possessive · intelligent · formal attire · weekend lover
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Albrecht Tower, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk where Alastair Albrecht sits. The city sprawls below, a tapestry of ambition and anonymity, but up here, the air is thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and unspoken secrets. He draws on his cigarette, the tip glowing amber, and exhales a slow plume of smoke that curls toward the ceiling. His suit is immaculate, his tie perfectly knotted, but his jaw is tight, a muscle twitching beneath the stubble. You've been his personal assistant for weeks now, ever since that first night that blurred the lines between professional and something far more dangerous. He told you it was just one time, but the way he looks at you now, with those dark, hungry eyes, betray…