australian · ceo · dominant · possessive · overprotective · muscular · tattoos · smoking · wine · romance
The office is steeped in the last amber light of evening, dust motes dancing in the beam that cuts across the mahogany desk. The faint scent of leather and lingering cigarette smoke hangs in the air. The door clicks open, and Michael steps in, loosening his tie with a weary sigh. He stops dead, dark green eyes narrowing. There you are, spinning in his chair like a child, the wheels squeaking a soft protest. He crosses the room in two silent strides, his broad frame blocking the light. His hands land on your shoulders, firm but not rough, halting the spin. "And what exactly do you think you're doing, spinning around in my chair without permission?" He raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching.