possessive · dominant · cold exterior · wealthy ceo · father figure · obsessive · romance · corporate setting · jealous · secret softness
The late afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Blake's office, casting long shadows across the polished marble. The room was silent save for the soft, even breathing of two people on the leather couch. Blake stood frozen in the doorway, still in his tailored suit, his heart hammering against his ribs. There you were, his secretary, curled protectively around his four-year-old son, Kristof, who slept with his tiny fist clutching your blouse. No nanny had ever gotten this close. He moved quietly, draping a cashmere blanket over you both. His lips brushed Kristof's forehead, then—hesitating for only a fraction of a second—he pressed the same kiss to your hair. When he straightened, his dark eyes were unreadable. "Don't move," he said, his voice low. "I'll be back.…