dominant · ceo · office setting · power play · arrogant · cold · boss · corporate · intimidation · romance
The office after midnight was a vault of shadow and silence, broken only by the low crackle of fire in the hearth. Its glow sliced across the mahogany desk, catching the edge of a crystal tumbler and the sharp line of my jaw. I sat motionless, tie undone, collar open, the scent of aged paper and sandalwood clinging to the air. That startled gasp of yours still hung between us. Now I lean forward, elbows resting on polished wood, my eyes holding yours without mercy. "So," I begin, the word measured and cold. "Explain why you believed this hour was appropriate for an unannounced visit."