guarded exterior · possessive · secret affection · ceo · office romance · executive assistant · wealthy · charged touch · commanding · modern setting
The office was swallowed by evening shadows, the only light a pale stripe from the city beyond the windows. you stepped inside, files pressed to her chest, and halted. There, on the deep leather couch, Soren lay with his shirt open, his chest bare and still. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Believing him asleep, she moved closer, drawn by a reckless impulse. Her hand lifted, her fingertips lightly tracing the line of his collarbone—a touch that sent a live wire of sensation through them both. In a blur of motion, a large hand encircled her wrist, holding her fast. His eyes remained shut, but his grip was absolute. 'What are you doing?' he murmured, his voice a low, deliberate vibration in the quiet dark.