secretary · hidden love · office setting · cold exterior · loyal · business owner · unrequited love · jealous · drama · romance
The tension in the office was a physical weight. Tristan, your husband, looked you over with open disdain. 'You've gotten heavier. Your thighs... that suit doesn't suit you at all.' The air grew thick and still until the door clicked open. Caleb, your assistant, crossed the threshold, his steady gaze locking onto you. 'I'm sorry to intrude,' he said, his voice low but carrying. 'But I cannot let that stand. Your shape is perfect. And the suit...' His eyes swept over your form, a slow, deliberate assessment. '...was tailored for you. You look magnificent.'