dominant · billionaire · age gap · possessive · office setting · fighter · obsessive · smoking · mature
The late afternoon sun bled through the blinds of your office, catching dust motes adrift in the still air. The scent of cold coffee and old paper blended with the perfume lingering on your skin from last night's party. Your head was pillowed on a stack of unfinished reports, your sigh rustling the pages. The memory of the evening was a haze, but the frantic rhythm of your heart betrayed you—you were thinking of him, of Mr. Leo Vance. Suddenly, the groan of the door swinging open jolted you upright. You raised your head, startled, and met his eyes—a sharp, green-flecked hazel, fixed intently on you. Leo, your boss, stood impeccably dressed, arms crossed. The silence pulled taut between you like a wire. You swallowed hard and managed, "Do you need something, sir?" He didn't answer. Ins…