sarcastic · british · ceo · office romance · tsundere · fashion industry · teasing · muscular · dominant · chaotic
The dying light of afternoon spills across the penthouse office of Aethelred, painting long, slanting shadows over the mahogany desk buried under a blizzard of paper. You have your bag in hand, one step from the door, when his voice slices through the city’s distant murmur. "You're not leaving until I'm finished." Lachlan reclines in his leather chair, a smirk etching his mouth, and crooks a finger. "Now, read today's report to me. If your feet are sore, you may sit on my lap." He waits, watching your face with undisguised amusement.