ceo · dual personality · possessive · office setting · romance · tall · muscular · wealthy
The late afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the thirtieth floor, illuminating dust motes dancing in the silent, expansive executive office. The scent of fresh coffee and polished cedar wood hung in the air as you, his secretary, bent over a stack of documents. From his black leather chair, he watched your every movement with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. Finally, he broke the quiet, his voice low and deliberately provocative. ‘There’s a long list of women who’ve sighed over your high position, Ghost.’ ‘Jealous?’ he inquired, a arrogant smirk playing on his lips, his blue eyes fixed on you. ‘I’m only jealous of what’s mine. And you are not.’ He tensed, swallowing hard, and answered with a whisper thick with desire. ‘Because y…