LOGINShe stood right in front of me, no fear, no sign of retreat — just towering over me while I sat on the couch, close enough that I could see the slight rise and fall of her chest through that blouse. My eyes moved to the first button. Then up to find hers.“So,” I said, keeping my voice low and even. “You finally desperate enough for me?”She held my gaze without flinching. “I could ask you the same thing.” The corner of her mouth curved. “You’ve been watching me all morning through the blinds. Do you really think I didn’t notice?”I said nothing, just let the silence sit between us.“Are you finally done?” she pressed with that particular kind of boldness she carried when she’d already decided she wanted something. “Watching and not claiming?”I looked at her for a long moment. “You have absolutely no idea what you’re asking for”“Oh, don’t I now?” She teased. “So show me.” Her gaze lowered, slowly, deliberately. “Or are you going to find a reason to stop again?”I leaned forward slow
The door clicked shut and I exhaled — loud, sharp, deeper from just my lungs.My hand dropped below my belt without a thought. I gripped the girth of my cock, jaw tight, and just stood there for a second trying to locate whatever version of myself existed before she'd walked through that door this morning.What the fuck was I supposed to do? I couldn't function with a boner. Not with her sitting right outside. Not when every thought I attempted somehow kept turning into the image of me stretching out her virgin cunt and how perfect she’d feel around my cock.Fuck!What the hell had she even been asking for? A secret fling? A fuck buddy? Some kind of down low affair she’d designed to trap me in while I was still trying to talk myself out of fucking her?“I want you to have sex with me?”She'd said it so casually, eyes locked on mine, her chin slightly lifted and the faintest tremor in her voice that she'd tried to hide and somehow failed at it. No warning. No hesitation. Just the words
I woke up nervous.Not the slow, gradual kind. The sudden kind. The kind that’s already sitting on your chest before your eyes are fully open, waiting.I made that agreement.I lay there for exactly three seconds staring at the ceiling.Do I act normal? Be normal? Or more open? Daring? God, should I dress normal?What if I ruined it before it even started? What if I walked in there and everything dissolved back into cold professionalism and dismissals and he looked at me like the agreement had never happened?I turned my head to the alarm clock on the bedside table.7:30.“Shit.”I threw the blanket and moved.The bathroom was quick but thorough — I made sure of that. Yup. I waxed. I actually, genuinely waxed. Ripped the strips back one by one till their was no single trace of hair.A month ago I could barely stand the man.What I couldn’t stand more, as it turned out, was the thought of him with anyone else.I smoothed my hand over the base, checked everything was clean and neat and e
I stumbled out of his office a different person than I’d walked in.My knees felt weak, embarrassingly weak, and for a moment, my office felt like it belonged to a different building— Relatively smaller and difficult to be in. Like the air had been replaced with something thicker, something that pushed back when you tried to move through it.How does he keep doing that.One minute he was insufferable. Cold. Nonchalant. The next minute he had his hand on my waist and his mouth close enough to my face that we could share the same breath and his eyes were doing that thing, that taunting thing that made every sensible thought I’d ever had feel like a suggestion rather than a rule.First the elevator. Now this?Mid-internal crash out, Mike’s face arrived in my head and a sharp, quiet pain moved through my chest. Not the small kind. The worse kind — small, guilty and persistent.Mike was the nice one. The stable one. The kind of person who randomly showed up with things you like because he’
Aurélie.“Mike! Where the hell were you?” Julia closed the distance in three long strides, hands already reaching out for him. “I looked for you everywhere.”“Julia,” I said warmly. “Hi.”She barely glanced at me. Her gaze flicked between us, then her eyes narrowed — not angry, but that playful glint she got right before she started teasing. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, slow and deliberate.“So what’s going on, huh?” She tilted her head, looking from me to Mike. “Are you two like…” She drew the word out. “...a thing now?”“No!” The word shot out of me before I could stop it.“May—” Mike started at the exact same time. His mouth was already forming the be? When his eyes cut to mine. He cleared his throat. “No. God, no. Of course not.” He laughed, but it came out too loud and too fast.“Mhmm,”Julia said. She just laughed and kept watching us.“You know...” I cleared my throat. “I think I should head back to my office now. Bye.” I didn’t give either of them the time to say a
The night before shouldn’t have been a complete waste of time, but it was.Because somehow, in the middle of all of it — the woman, the scotch, the deliberate and exhausting effort of trying to fuck her out of my mind — Aurélie had managed to find her way into my bedroom. Into my thoughts. Into the space between me and whoever I’d decided would help me scrape her off.I wasn’t going to deny that. I wasn’t denying anything anymore. Everything was true and I was tired of the effort it cost to pretend otherwise.I didn’t get attached. That was the foundation of how I’d always operated — attracted until you gave me what I wanted, and then you became another piece of nothing in my sight.So why wasn’t this that?I stood in front of the mirror that morning and asked myself that question with the same flat, clinical tone I used in boardrooms, and got nothing back but rhetorical silence.When I stepped into the elevator that morning, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t preparing myself. Gearing u
Donovan Reynor.I sat at my desk, staring at the contract in front of me without reading a single word.My mind was stuck on yesterday. Replaying it on a loop I couldn’t shut off.The restaurant. The jazz. The low lighting.And her sitting across from Ross, smiling. Laughing. That bright, unrestrai
“If Rand could spike the price like that, then he’s even a more bigger competitor than we thought. He raised the stakes too high.” I finished.“Deliberately. He raised them as high as he could, and then he sent you a deal.” Then he went on. “He wants you to know what he’s capable of before you even
Aurélie Tess Blackwood.It was going to be my fourth week working for Reynor Corporations today, and I couldn’t be too careful around him.Ever since the demotion accident...that’s what I called it, because calling it anything else felt too real, too painful... I’d been walking on eggshells. Carefu
Aurélie Tess Blackwood."Jesus Christ, Tess, you look like absolute fucking shit." Addison pointed out bluntly, holding a massive bowl of popcorn in her hand like she didn't have a problem in the world."Yeah, don't I know it," I exhaled in defeat as I crashed into the couch.Finally. Something to







