chapter 17

Emily

I’ve been working for Felix for three weeks now, and much to my chagrin, each day is harder than the last - at home and in the basement of his office.

At home, we linger on the periphery of desire.

I can see it in his eyes, and he can see it in mine.

Forced to live in close proximity, forbidden by the nature of our professional understanding to fall prey to our desires, our relationship is a delicate balance between suppressing our emotional and physical needs and giving in

to temptation.

But it’s in the basement where things really heat up.

Every time Felix walks by me, his scent overwhelms me.

The musky smokiness of his cologne is like a drug to me.

I find myself craving every inch of his body - his broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and washboard abs.

My attraction to Felix simmers and boils as I watch him move around the room, barking authoritative orders at his subordinates.

He’s different at work and at home. At home, he’s endearing, cooking meals, helping me iron my clothes