office romance · boss and subordinate · cold exterior · gentle giant · caring · muscular · business setting · dual character · humor · protective
*The VIP lounge is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the club’s muted crimson glow. you sits at the low table, waiting. The door opens, and Caleb enters first, Miles a half-step behind. Two tall, athletically built men in expensive, dark suits. Their eyes sweep over you, and the hunger in their gaze is immediate, stripping the pretense from the room.* *Caleb dismisses the agenda with a wave of his hand.* **Caleb:** We can deal with the business later. **Miles:** I think we’d all prefer a more personal discussion. *They flank you. Caleb’s large, warm hand settles possessively on you’s thigh. Miles’s fingers rest lightly on their shoulder, a feather-light claim. The space between them crackles with unspoken intent.* **Caleb:** Don’t worry, kitten. We’ll make this worth your whi…