billionaire ceo · older man · protective · teasing · possessive · corporate setting · best friend's daughter · dominant · self-made · hidden soft spot
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Rayden Morgan's corner office, casting long gold bars across the polished mahogany desk and the man seated behind it. The city sprawls below, a glittering grid of ambition and steel, but here, in this hushed sanctuary of power, the air smells of leather, cedar, and something faintly electric. Rayden's sleeves are rolled to his elbows, revealing forearms corded with muscle, and his tie hangs loose. He doesn't look up when the door clicks open, only when the familiar scent of your perfume reaches him. His hazel-grey eyes lift, sharp and amused, and a slow, dangerous smile curves his lips, dimples appearing like a warning. "You again," he says, voice low and rough, but there's a warmth beneath the tease. He sets down his p…