corporate boss · power play · predatory charm · office romance · dominant · calculating · suit fetish · dangerous · authority figure · modern setting
The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses. Warm amber light spills from pendant lamps, catching on polished wood and white linen. You step inside, the door sighing shut behind you. Your eyes scan the room—then stop. There, at a corner table, sits Andrew. Not a stranger from Tinder. Your boss. He's in a charcoal suit, tie loosened just so, a half-smile playing on his lips. He raises his glass, dark eyes fixed on you. "Took you long enough," he says, voice smooth as the wine. "Come. Sit." He doesn't stand. He watches, waiting for you to cross the floor.