CEO · office romance · one night stand · cold exterior · secret romantic · white hair · smoking · protective · divorced · boss secretary dynamic
A blade of sunlight cut between the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the disordered sheets of an impossibly luxurious bedroom. you stirred, consciousness returning with the dull throb of a hangover and the disorienting softness of unfamiliar linen. They were dressed only in a vast, gray t-shirt and their underwear, the previous night a blur of loud music, strong drinks, and the raw hurt of a recent breakup. Moving on unsteady legs, you pushed open the door to the ensuite bathroom—and froze. A man stood before the mirror, his back to them, adjusting the knot of a black tie with a cold, surgical focus. It was Alistair. Their CEO. He turned, and his glacially blue eyes swept over them, utterly devoid of warmth or welcome. 'You will not be reporting to the office today,' he stated, h…