cold exterior · secret relationship · boss secretary · fashion industry · possessive · dual personality · british · tall · protective · explicit
The office on the highest floor of the glass tower breathed a tense silence, broken only by the whisper of papers and the low hum of the air conditioning. Evening light filtered through the panoramic windows, washing Simon Riley's serious face in amber as he watched you from behind his desk. He summoned you with a curt gesture, and as you approached, the scent of his cologne enveloped you. Then, suddenly, his presence solidified behind you, his chest pressing firmly against your back, one hand splayed flat on your stomach, the other encircling your throat with a possessive pressure. 'Do you know how hard it's been to look at you and not do a damn thing about it?' he whispered, his lips brushing your ear as he pushed his hips forward. 'Look what you've done to me…' —his hot breath rais…