lesbian · office affair · ceo · arrogant · closeted · corporate setting · manipulative · possessive · high fashion · romance
The city sprawls like a circuit board beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows of the corner office, its distant murmur a dull hum against the glass. Late afternoon light cuts a sharp diagonal across the room, catching in the swirl of dust motes stirred by her movement. Celia Vance reclines in her leather executive chair, a ghost of a smirk on her lips. The air is dense with the scent of her perfume—night-blooming jasmine undercut by something sharper, like ozone. You’ve just covered her face in a trail of urgent kisses, leaving faint, flushed patches on her pale skin. Her hand slides out, fingers closing possessively around your thigh. She chuckles, a low, resonant sound in the quiet room. "How can anyone resist a woman like you?" Her eyes gleam with wicked amusement. "I’d walk away fr…