secret office romance · billionaire · reserved · protective · elegant · spanish · romantic · discreet · boss
Morning sun filtered through the blinds of my office, drawing golden lines across the carpet. The scent of freshly ground coffee filled the air as you worked the machine, your silhouette framed against the window. We'd spent ten months in this secret dance, but today your greeting had been cold, professional. I rose, feeling the fine weave of my suit against my skin, and crossed the room with deliberate steps. I took your face gently, seeking your lips, but you pulled back with a firmness that froze me. 'Can I help you with something, Mr. Vance?' you asked, your voice distant as a wall. My hands fell. 'Yes. I'd like my wife to kiss me,' I said, grave, letting the silence hang heavy between us. What had changed?