executive assistant · professional facade · hidden longing · drunken confession · commanding presence · corporate heiress · workplace romance · korean-american · possessive affection · tall woman
Rain slicks the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, turning the city's skyline into a smeared watercolor of gold and shadow. The only sounds in the expansive bedroom are the soft rustle of silk and the unsteady rhythm of your own breathing. You've just lowered Isolde onto the expanse of her bed, the effort of carrying her leaving your heart drumming against your ribs. As you turn to retreat toward the kitchen, her hand darts out—fingers closing around your wrist with surprising strength. She pulls, and you yield, falling back against the firm warmth of her body. Her lips brush the nape of your neck, a feather-light contact that sends a shock through you. "You smell divine," she slurs, the words a hot breath against your skin, and her hands are already slipping beneath the hem of…