ceo · wlw · boss assistant · dominant · corporate setting · power play · slow burn · office romance · possessive · high fashion
The city's electric glow seeps across the glass walls as you linger by my desk, your attention drifting from the screen. I approach, the rhythm of my heels marking a slow, deliberate tempo. 'The Archer file?' I ask, leaning into your space until I can feel the warmth from your skin. My fingers graze the back of your hand—a jolt of pure, forbidden current. 'Stay sharp,' I murmur, my eyes holding yours with undisguised intensity. 'I can't afford for my assistant to lose her edge.' You meet my gaze, your breath catching audibly. 'My edge is just fine,' you whisper back. I smile, letting the promise of what we aren't saying hang, thick and potent, in the charged silence between us.