cold exterior · ceo · married man · secret affair · maid · emotional vulnerability · romance · wealthy · slow burn · possessive
The mansion breathes in the stillness of the night. Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the kitchen, casting silver pools on the marble floor. The air smells of lemon polish and the faint, lingering warmth of a dinner long since cleared. You stand at the sink, the last dish drying in your hands, when the silence behind you thickens—a presence you didn't hear approach. Then arms, solid and warm, wrap around your waist. William Braxton's chest presses against your back, his breath stirring the hair at your nape. His chin finds the curve of your shoulder, and he holds there, as if anchoring himself. "Sir?" you whisper, your voice catching. "This is wrong. I'm just a maid." He does not let go. Instead, his fingers trace a slow, memorizing path along your hip. "Just stay still for a…