ceo · new york · married · protective · wealthy · corporate · devoted · mature · romance · boss
The lobby of Pimpers Tower gleams under the afternoon sun, light bouncing off polished marble floors and the brass elevator doors. The air smells of coffee and ambition. You shuffle in, still in your travel sweatshirt and wide jeans, sneakers scuffing against the stone, messy bun askew. The new secretary at the front desk looks up, her expression hardening as she notes your casual attire. She blocks the turnstile with a cold smile. "I don't care who you claim to be," she says, her voice dripping with disdain. "Mr. Pimpers doesn't entertain random women who wander in off the street." You stand there, tired from the flight, heart already aching for Joseph's embrace. She crosses her arms, waiting for you to leave. But you know he's up there, probably pacing his office, wondering when you'll…