Professional

Sienna walked into the office the next morning wearing her most neutral expression and her highest heels.

She had spent half the night telling herself that what happened on Adrian Vale’s desk was a one-time loss of judgment. A mistake. Something that would be filed away and never repeated. By the time she stepped out of the elevator, she almost believed it.

Adrian was already there.

He stood near the glass wall of his office with a coffee in hand, speaking quietly to one of the senior directors. The moment Sienna entered the main floor, his eyes found her. He didn’t smile. He didn’t nod. He just looked at her for a beat too long before returning his attention to the conversation.

It shouldn’t have affected her.

It did.

She sat at her desk, opened her laptop, and forced herself to work. For the first few hours she managed. Emails. Schedules. A revised presentation. Every time someone walked past Adrian’s office, she refused to look up.

At 11:27 a.m., her desk phone rang.

“My office,” Adrian said, and hung up.

Sienna stared at the receiver for a second before standing. She smoothed her skirt, grabbed her tablet, and walked in without knocking the way she always did.

Adrian was behind his desk. The director was gone. The door clicked shut behind her.

“You needed something?” she asked, keeping her voice even.

Adrian leaned back in his chair and studied her. “You’re pretending last night didn’t happen.”

“I’m being professional. One of us should be.”

“Interesting strategy.”

“It’s not a strategy. It’s called having boundaries.”

Adrian stood and walked around the desk slowly. “You didn’t seem concerned with boundaries when you were coming on my fingers.”

Heat rushed to Sienna’s face, but she held his gaze. “And you didn’t seem concerned with company policy when you had me on your desk. We’re even. Now if that’s all—”

“It isn’t.”

He stopped in front of her. Close enough that she could smell his cologne again. Close enough that the air between them felt charged.

“I have a call with the Singapore investors at two,” he said. “You’re staying late to help me prepare the revised projections.”

“I already sent you the file.”

“I know. You’re still staying.”

Sienna narrowed her eyes. “You’re using work to keep me here.”

“Yes.”

The blunt honesty almost startled her. Most men would have denied it. Adrian simply watched her reaction.

“You’re unbelievable,” she said.

“And you’re still going to be here at seven,” he replied. “Close the door on your way out.”

She left before she said something that would make the situation worse.

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The rest of the day moved too slowly.

Every time Sienna looked up, she found Adrian either on a call or watching her through the glass. He didn’t hide it. When their eyes met, he held the contact for a second longer than necessary before looking away first.

By 6:40 p.m., most of the floor had emptied. Sienna stayed at her desk until her phone rang again.

“Now,” Adrian said.

She walked into his office and shut the door behind her. Adrian was standing near the windows with his back to her, jacket off, sleeves rolled up. The city lights were beginning to come on behind him.

“Lock it,” he said without turning.

Sienna hesitated, then turned the lock.

Adrian faced her. “Come here.”

“We’re supposed to be working.”

“We will. After.”

“After what, exactly?”

He walked toward her with that same unhurried control from the night before. “After I remind you that last night wasn’t a one-time mistake. After I make it very clear that I fully intend to do it again. And after you stop pretending you’re going to stop me.”

Sienna’s pulse kicked hard. “You’re very confident.”

“I’m realistic.” He stopped in front of her. “You’ve been distracted all day. Every time I looked at you, you looked away first. That doesn’t happen when someone regrets it. That happens when someone is trying very hard not to want it again.”

“You have an inflated sense of your effect on people.”

Adrian’s hand came up and brushed her lower lip with his thumb. “Do I?”

She should have stepped back.

She didn’t.

Adrian kissed her.

It was slower than the night before, but no less intense. One hand slid into her hair while the other gripped her waist and pulled her against him. Sienna’s fingers curled into his shirt as his mouth moved over hers, deep and deliberate. When he finally pulled back, her breathing had already changed.

“Still want to talk about boundaries?” he asked quietly.

“Someone should.”

“You can talk all you want,” he said, guiding her backward until her hips hit the desk. “I’m still going to take my time with you.”

He lifted her onto the desk and stepped between her thighs. This time he didn’t rush. He kissed her again while his hands slowly pushed her skirt up. When he reached her underwear, he dragged it down her legs and slipped it into his pocket without comment.

His fingers stroked through her folds, slow and thorough. Sienna’s breath caught as he found how wet she already was.

“You’ve been thinking about it,” he murmured. “Don’t bother denying it.”

“You’re so arrogant.”

“And you’re soaked.” He pushed two fingers inside her, curling them deliberately. “Interesting combination.”

Sienna’s hands gripped the edge of the desk as he worked her with steady, precise strokes. He watched her face the entire time, adjusting the pressure and pace based on every reaction. When her hips started moving against his hand, he added his thumb to her clit and rubbed firm circles.

“Adrian—”

“Not yet.”

He kept her there, building the pressure without letting her fall over the edge. Every time she got close, he slowed down just enough to make her frustrated sound slip out. Only when her thighs were trembling did he finally press harder and curl his fingers.

Sienna came with a sharp cry, her body clenching around his fingers. Adrian worked her through it until she was gasping, then pulled his hand away and freed himself from his pants.

He rubbed the head of his cock through her wetness before pushing inside in one deep thrust.

The stretch pulled a broken sound from both of them. Adrian groaned low as he sank all the way in, gripping her hips.

“Fuck… you feel even better than last night.”

He started moving with deep, controlled strokes. Each one dragged against sensitive places inside her, steady and intense. Sienna’s hands slid up his arms to his shoulders as he fucked her with focused rhythm, eyes locked on hers.

“You’re going to stop pretending this was a mistake,” he said, voice rough. “Because I fully intend to have you like this again. And again.”

He shifted the angle and thrust harder. The new depth made her head tip back. Adrian took advantage, mouth moving to her neck as he continued the steady pace. One of his hands slipped between them to rub her clit in time with his thrusts.

The second orgasm built faster. Sienna tried to hold it back, but Adrian seemed determined to pull it from her. When it hit, she cried out as her body pulsed hard around him. He kept moving through it, drawing every wave out of her until she was shaking.

He still didn’t finish.

Instead, he pulled out, turned her around, and bent her forward over the desk. A second later he pushed back inside her from behind in one smooth stroke. The new angle forced a raw moan from her throat.

Adrian leaned over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her hip as he fucked her with deeper, heavier thrusts. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the office.

“You can keep your attitude,” he said near her ear. “I like it. But your body already knows who it answers to when we’re alone.”

His hand slid around to rub her clit again. The dual sensation was almost too much. Sienna’s fingers curled against the desk as another climax built with sharp intensity. When it broke over her, she came hard, crying out as her legs trembled.

Only then did Adrian bury himself deep and follow her, groaning low as he emptied himself inside her in thick pulses.

He stayed there for a long moment afterward, breathing heavily against the back of her neck, one hand still spread over her stomach. When he finally pulled out, he watched his release slip down her thigh before fixing her skirt with slow, deliberate hands.

Sienna pushed herself upright on unsteady legs, still trying to catch her breath.

Adrian looked at her, eyes dark and satisfied.

“Same time tomorrow?” he asked calmly.

Sienna stared at him, flushed, aching, and fully aware that whatever line they had crossed the night before was now completely gone.

“You’re impossible,” she said.

Adrian’s mouth curved slightly.

“And you’re still going to be here.”

He was right.

And they both knew it.