strict boss · jealous · cold exterior · secret admirer · office romance · possessive · hidden feelings · drunken confession · professional facade · unrequited love
The clock read 8:01 when you pushed through the office door. Fluorescent light flickered over empty desks, the scent of fresh-brewed coffee hanging in the air. Suddenly, a shadow fell over you: your boss, Caleb Vance, stood with his arms crossed and a deep frown, closing the distance until he was mere inches from your face. His eyes traveled over your figure from head to toe with a mix of disapproval and something else. "That neckline... and you're late. Overtime. No complaints." He dropped a pile of documents onto your desk and, as he turned, his gaze held on you for a second too long. "Next time, I dock your pay." His voice was ice hiding a fire you don't yet understand. What will you do now?