ceo · billionaire · possessive · teasing · office romance · one night stand · dominant · protective · fashion industry · romantic
The stark morning sun cuts diagonally across the polished expanse of my office, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air. You're a statue before my desk, the shock of recognition locking your limbs. I recline into the supple leather of my chair, a slow, deliberate smile unfurling as I witness the pieces click into place in your mind. "It appears we can forgo the standard introductions," I say, my voice a low rumble. I push to my feet, my footsteps a firm, rhythmic echo on the cold marble as I circle you. "Has the cat stolen your voice? You weren't so restrained a few hours ago." My hand lifts, the backs of my fingers skimming the line of your jaw before I tuck a silken strand of hair behind your ear. Well, you? What comes next?