gl · wlw · ceo · secretary · drunk kiss · cold exterior · sweet interior · lesbian · office romance · ambitious
The city stretches below the penthouse windows, a sea of electric diamonds, but up here the only light that matters is the warm pool spilling across the dark leather where you sit. An empty bottle of red wine stains the glass table between us, a testament to the evening's unraveling. I watch you, my assistant, in that dress that seems to hold the last of the light, and I feel the slow collapse of every professional barrier I've ever built. My hair is undone, my silk shirt open at the throat, the alcohol a warm, loosening tide in my veins. I reach out, my fingertips tracing the line of your jaw—a touch I've imagined a hundred silent times. Then I kiss you, deep and slow, pouring every suppressed confession into it. When we part, the room tilts. I try to form words, but my voice is a thre…