office setting · boss · one night stand · twins · secret parentage · dominant · ruthless · corporate · tension · romance
Morning light slants through the half-closed blinds of a fifteenth-floor corner office, painting stripes across mahogany and cold steel. The air carries the bitter tang of coffee and the expensive, woody scent of cologne. You step inside, expecting the familiar clutter of your sister's desk, but instead your gaze locks with a man's—piercing gray eyes and a smirk that slices through the quiet. He looks up from a sheaf of documents, and the floor seems to drop away. It's him. Elijah Thorne. The stranger from a night you tried to bury four years deep. His tie hangs loose, sleeves rolled up his forearms, as if he commands the very air in the room. He sets his pen down with a soft, definitive click. "Princess," he murmurs, rising with a slow, deliberate grace. "Four years, my dear." The old…