Story 2 - The Late Meeting

Themes: Female x Male, Boss x Employee, Office Setting

Wendy Wright stared at her computer screen, the numbers blurring as fatigue set in.

The office had emptied hours ago, leaving her alone with the quarterly reports and the distant hum of the cleaning crew.

At twenty-eight, she was the youngest senior analyst at Vertex Financial, a position she'd earned through relentless dedication.

And late nights like this one.

The sound of approaching footsteps made her sit straighter, instinctively smoothing her pencil skirt.

"Still here, Ms. Wright?" Felix Harrington's deep voice carried that subtle accent that made everything sound like a command. "It's nearly 10 PM."

Wendy turned to find her boss leaning against her cubicle entrance, suit jacket discarded, tie loosened.

At forty-two, Felix cut an imposing figure, tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair going silver at the temples.

Those piercing blue eyes missed nothing. Including, apparently, the way her gaze lingered on his rolled-up sleeves.

"The Westlake analysis needed revisions," Wendy explained, forcing her eyes back to her screen. "I wanted it perfect for tomorrow."

Felix moved closer, leaning over her shoulder to examine her work.

Too close.

His cologne enveloped her, expensive, subtle, masculine.

"Always so dedicated," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "That's why I hired you."

Wendy's heart hammered against her ribs. She'd spent three years maintaining strict professionalism with Felix, despite the occasional lingering glance or charged moment during late meetings.

"I should finish this," she said, voice steadier than she felt.

"It can wait until morning," Felix replied, his hand coming to rest on her desk, inches from hers. "I have something more urgent that requires your... attention."

The suggestive pause sent heat crawling up Wendy's neck.

"Sir?" she questioned, turning to find his face uncomfortably close to hers.

Felix straightened, creating distance that felt both relieving and disappointing.

"My office, Ms. Wright. Five minutes."

He walked away without waiting for her response, confident in her compliance.

Wendy watched him go, his broad shoulders and confident stride stirring something she'd tried to ignore for three years.

This is insane, she thought, saving her work mechanically. Whatever he's suggesting, it could derail everything I've worked for.

Yet she found herself gathering her things, applying a quick touch of lipstick, and heading toward his corner office.

The practical voice in her head listed all the reasons this was a terrible idea.

The rest of her vibrated with anticipation.

His door stood ajar, warm light spilling into the darkened hallway. Wendy knocked softly.

"Come in and close the door behind you," Felix instructed.

She complied, her heart racing as the lock clicked into place.

Felix's office always impressed her – floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline, minimalist furnishings that probably cost more than her annual salary.

He stood behind his massive desk, watching her with an intensity that made her skin tingle.

"You've been with us three years now," he said, moving around the desk to lean against its edge. "Accomplished a great deal."

"Thank you, sir," Wendy replied cautiously.

"Your performance reviews have been exemplary." He continued, eyes never leaving hers. "But there's something else I've noticed about you, Ms. Wright."

Wendy swallowed hard. "What's that?"

Felix pushed away from the desk, stepping close enough that she had to tilt her head to maintain eye contact.

"The way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

Wendy's breath caught. "I don't know what you mean."

"Don't you?" His voice dropped lower, almost a purr. "The lingering glances. The way you flush when I stand too close. Like now."

Her cheeks burned, confirming his observation.

"This is inappropriate," she managed, even as she remained rooted to the spot.

"Entirely," Felix agreed, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "We should absolutely stop."

But he didn't step back, and Wendy didn't move away.

"Three years we've maintained this professional facade," he continued, his fingers trailing down to the top button of her blouse. "Three years of pretending we don't both feel this... tension."

"I don't mix business with pleasure," Wendy said, the words sounding hollow even to her own ears.

Felix smiled, a predatory curl of his lips. "Then consider this after hours. Not business at all."

His finger traced the edge of her collar, not quite touching skin but close enough to make her shiver.

"There's an executive position opening next quarter," he said conversationally, as if his hand wasn't sending electric currents through her body. "Director of Strategic Investments. I believe you're qualified."

Wendy stiffened, pulling back slightly. "Is that what this is? Sleep with the boss for a promotion?"

Felix's expression hardened. "I don't need to coerce women into my bed, Ms. Wright."

"Then what exactly are you proposing?" she challenged, anger mixing with the desire still pulsing through her veins.

"Honesty," he replied simply. "We've spent three years pretending this attraction doesn't exist. I'm suggesting we stop pretending."

His directness caught her off guard. She'd expected manipulation, not blunt acknowledgment.

"The promotion has nothing to do with this conversation," Felix continued. "That will be decided based on your professional merits, regardless of what happens between us personally."

"And if I say no?" Wendy asked, needing to know where the boundaries lay.

"Then you walk out that door, we never mention this again, and your career continues exactly as before." His gaze was steady. "But I don't think you want to say no."

The space between them seemed to crackle with electricity.

"This is a terrible idea," Wendy whispered, even as she swayed slightly toward him.

"Completely inadvisable," Felix agreed, his hand moving to cup her cheek.

"We could both regret this tomorrow," she managed, her eyes dropping to his mouth.

"Almost certainly," he murmured, leaning closer.

"Felix..." she breathed, using his first name for the first time in three years.

That was all it took.

His mouth claimed hers with the same demanding precision he brought to everything else.

One large hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her tightly against him while the other tangled in her hair.

Wendy gasped against his lips, three years of suppressed desire exploding into frantic need.

Her hands found his chest, feeling solid muscle beneath expensive cotton as she pushed his back against the desk.

Felix growled low in his throat, his kiss growing more demanding as his tongue sought entrance.

She granted it willingly, melting against him as their tongues dueled for dominance.

The hand at her back slid lower, gripping her ass and pulling her firmly against the growing hardness at his groin.

Wendy moaned softly, rolling her hips instinctively against him.

"Fuck," Felix hissed, breaking the kiss to look at her with heat-filled eyes. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to hear that sound?"

Without waiting for a response, he spun them around so that Wendy's back was to the desk.

In one fluid motion, he lifted her onto its polished surface, stepping between her thighs as his mouth found her neck.

"Wait," Wendy managed, even as her head tilted to give him better access. "The cameras—"

"Disabled after hours in executive offices," Felix murmured against her pulse point. "Security protocol."

His hands worked quickly at her blouse buttons, exposing the lace of her bra.

"Black lace," he observed, pulling back to admire the view. "Not standard office attire, Ms. Wright."

"I have my secrets," she retorted, reaching for his tie and loosening it fully.

Felix's eyes darkened. "I look forward to discovering all of them."

His mouth descended to the swell of her breasts while his hands pushed her skirt higher, revealing the tops of her thigh-high stockings.

"Christ," he muttered appreciatively, fingers tracing the lace tops. "Were you planning this, Wendy?"

"I always dress for myself," she replied, working the buttons of his shirt open to reveal tanned skin and defined muscle. "But I may have imagined this scenario once or twice."

Felix's laugh was low and sensual. "Only once or twice?"

Before she could answer, his thumb found the damp center of her panties, pressing firmly against her clit through the silk.

Wendy gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

"So responsive," Felix murmured, increasing the pressure. "I've imagined making you wet like this during every boring budget meeting for the past year."

His confession sent another rush of heat between her legs.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded, his thumb now moving in slow circles. "I need to hear you say it."

Wendy met his gaze directly, three years of professionalism dissolving in the face of overwhelming desire.

"I want you to fuck me, Mr. Harrington," she said, deliberately using his title. "Right here, on your desk."