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SERAPHINA. 

I pulled my knees together tightly beneath my desk, rubbing my thighs together. 

The friction made a small gasp slip past my lips. My underwear was already damp and I feared they would be able to smell me when I step into their office. 

I pushed open the heavy mahogany doors and stepped into the grand CEO office.

The air inside the room instantly hit me, but it wasn't the thick, suffocating heat I was prepared for. 

The atmosphere was ice-cold. The large leather chairs were pulled up neatly against the massive glass desk. 

And there was no explicit video on their monitor. They were composed. Too composed. 

Adrian was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to me. His navy suit jacket was buttoned tightly, his large, broad shoulders looking completely stiff and unmovable. 

Julian was sitting at the desk, his head down as he scribbled furiously on a notepad. The playful, wicked smirk that usually danced on his lips was entirely gone; his jaw was locked tight.

Sebastian sat right next to him, his hands folded neatly over a stack of documents, his face purely professional.

They didn't even raise their eyes when the heavy door clicked shut behind me.

"Here are the files you requested, sir," I said, my voice sounding smal. 

I stepped forward and placed the folders on the edge of the desk. I stood there for a moment, waiting. 

My body traitorously leaned in slightly, my breasts swelling against my blouse, my inner thighs tingling with a desperate craving for them to look at me. 

I wanted them to break the professional barrier. I wanted Adrian to turn around and slide his large fingers into my hair. I wanted Julian to make a wicked joke about how wet I looked.

Instead, Sebastian simply slid the folders toward himself without looking up. 

"Thank you, Seraphina. Take a seat."

That sounded too tight. 

I sat down in the leather chair opposite them, my thighs pressing together. The slick moisture between my legs felt cold now. 

Adrian finally turned around from the window. He didn't look at my lips. He didn't scan my body with that raw, primitive hunger that usually made my nipples harden. 

His dark eyes were completely flat, professional, and distant.

"We have a highly important corporate dinner tonight," Adrian flatly informed me. His voice was devoid of any playful edge. 

“A major investor from the capital is flying in. The meeting is set for 8:00 PM at an exclusive location. As our personal secretary, you will need to accompany us to manage the contracts and record the minutes of the proposal."

The words felt like a sudden slap to my face. After-hours? With the three of them? The image of what they could do to me in a dark car or a private dining room flashed through my mind, making my heart race. 

But the memory of Victor’s cruel threats from last night instantly crashed into my thoughts. 

I couldn't risk it. I couldn't let anyone see me out with three billionaire bachelors after the disaster with Lewis’s wife.

I threw my shoulders back, forcing a firm, angry look onto my face. 

"I am sorry, Mr. Knox, but I cannot go. I am a married woman. My shifts end at 5:00 PM, and I do not go anywhere after office hours. My duties are strictly limited to this building during the day."

The moment the words left my mouth, the temperature in the room seemed to drop below freezing.

Julian stopped writing. He slowly raised his head, his dark, heavy eyes locking onto mine with a cold, piercing intensity that made my breath hitch. 

There was no playfulness in his gaze. It was the look of a powerful man who was deeply annoyed by a petty obstacle.

"Let us remind you of something very basic, Seraphina," Julian said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low hiss. Tell me why he still looked handsome. 

"Your role as our personal secretary is not limited to a desk or a computer screen. Your employment contract states clearly that you are assigned to the executive suite. That means your duties include corporate travel, after-hours events, and any business meetings we deem necessary to advance this company's market share."

My hands clenched into tight fists in my lap. 

"But this is outside regular hours. I have a home to go to. I have responsibilities."

Sebastian delivered the final blow. He leaned back in his leather chair, his expression completely calm. 

He looked at me as if I were nothing more than a malfunctioning piece of office equipment.

"If your marital status prevents you from performing your basic professional duties, Seraphina, then perhaps you are no longer a fit for this fast-paced position," Sebastian murmured, rolling his eyes. I hated it. Why were they so mean? 

 "If a 5:00 PM clock is more important to you than the survival of your department, maybe you should tend your resignation letter right now. We can easily find a secretary who understands the demands of the Knox empire."

A cold sweat broke out across my forehead. Resignation?

The word felt like a death sentence. 

This job was all I had that belonged to me and not Victor. 

Iswallowed moving my gaze to them. They were hot. Too handsome looking like a Greek god. 

"Fine," I relented. 

"I will go. I will attend the meeting. But I am setting a strict boundary right now, gentlemen. The moment we arrive, if this outing is not strictly about company work, if it is something outside professional business, I am turning right back around and leaving. I am a corporate secretary, nothing else."

Adrian’s locked jaw relaxed just a fraction. 

"We are businessmen, Seraphina. We do not waste our time on non-professional outings when a multi-million dollar contract is on the line. We promise you, this is purely professional."

I was shocked. Why did they respond like that? Yes, I asked for it but why did they reply smoothly? No teasing? No touching? 

But I should be happy. It was good that they were not teasing me. 

"Good," I snapped, standing up quickly from the chair. Something was wrong with me. Why did hell am I dreaming of my bosses touching me?! 

Yet, I was expecting Adrian to reach out and grab my wrist, dragging me against his hard chest. I was expecting Julian to smile his silver-toothed smile and tell me how beautiful I looked when I was angry. I wanted the heat. 

My pussy was throbbing, a heavy, dripping ache pulsing between my thighs, practically begging for them to break my boundaries and make me squirm.

But nothing happened.

Adrian turned his back to me again, staring out the window. Julian went right back to scribbling on his notepad. 

Sebastian simply slid another folder toward himself, his voice cold and dismissive. 

"You are dismissed, Seraphina. Be at the private executive garage at exactly 6:00 PM. Do not be late."

They didn't give me a single touch. They didn't cast a lingering, hungry gaze over my curves. 

They didn't utter a single wicked, flirtatious comment. They treated me like a total stranger 

I turned around and walked out of the office, closing the heavy mahogany doors behind me with a quiet click.

As I walked down the long, carpeted hallway back to my cubicle, a strange, hollow emptiness settled deep inside my stomach. 

The air in the hallway felt thin. I sat down in my office chair, my breath coming in short, uneven pants. My hands were trembling, but it wasn't from fear. It was from pure, unadulterated frustration.

My inner thighs were slick with my own desire, the wetness rubbing against my skirt with every tiny movement. Them not teasing me made me want them more. Did they do that on purpose? To make me crave them even more? What the hell was happening?! 

I leaned back against my chair, staring blankly at the computer screen as a wave of hot shame washed over me. 

I caught my own reflection in the dark glass of the monitor, my cheeks flushed a deep crimson, my lips parted as I panted softly for the men who had just coldly dismissed me.

I clutched my head in my hands, whispering fiercely to my own reflection. 

“Are you seriously upset because they didn't touch you? Are you seriously craving their dirty words after everything that happened?” 

I needed to stop for real. 

I couldn't feel this way. I shouldn't feel like this, please. Yet, all I could think about was their fingers inside of my cunt, fucking me until I was a cumming mess. 

Oh no, Seraphina!