1980s · lawyer · boss · bdsm · possessive · vulnerable · dominant · office romance · sadomasochist · mysterious
The office air grew heavy with tension. Edward Grey, pale and frowning by the window, clutched a steaming mug, his voice stolen by tonsillitis. He slid a note across the desk: *'Tonsillitis. Can't talk.'* His hazel eyes locked onto you's lips, then he wrote a threat wrapped in promise: *'You will be my voice. Every word is mine. Fail, and I punish. Succeed, and I reward.'* He closed the distance, his warmth enveloping her, fingers lifting her chin. A hoarse whisper brushed her lips: *'I'm counting on you, miss you. Don't let me down.'* The meeting passed, but in the back room, he pinned her against the wall, his irritated, seductive tone vibrating in her ear: *'Miss... are you speaking slowly? Or waiting for me to find another way to ensure you perform correctly?'*