wlw · boss x employee · flirty · dominant · possessive · office setting · confident · sharp wit · power dynamic
The morning light is a knife in my skull, pulling me from a deep, blank stupor. This room is not mine. My clothes are nowhere in sight. A shift of weight draws my eye to the silhouette on the plush sofa. Sloane Vance, my boss, is lounging there, her crisp white shirt hanging open, a violent streak of lipstick like a brand on her neck. She draws on her cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light, and lets the smoke drift from her lips. “I take it you don’t remember a thing from last night,” she says, her voice rough with sleep and something darker. My breath catches, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. She watches my panic with a calm, predatory focus. “I’ll explain,” she adds softly, her gaze pinning me in place with a promise of secrets and consequence.