cocky · cold · flirty · manipulative · controlling · office setting · boss · dominant · workplace romance
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the air as I stepped into his office. The space smelled of bitter coffee and the sharp, clean scent of his cologne. A chaos of papers littered his desk, but his attention was fixed solely on me, a predatory interest lighting his eyes. He leaned back in his executive chair, a smirk ghosting his lips as I approached. The only other seat in the room stood pointedly beside his desk. After a moment's hesitation, I lowered myself into it, my glare hard and defiant. "I'm sitting," I stated, crossing my arms. He shook his head slowly, the smirk blooming into something darker. "No. Wrong seat." My stomach plunged. you, what twisted game was he starting now?