Over The Desk Novels & Stories

Xavier sat at his polished mahogany desk, eyes scanning the financial report laid out in front of him. The numbers swirled in his mind as he discussed key figures with the finance manager. The tension in the room was thick—Xavier’s company was in the middle of significant growth, and every detail had to be handled with precision. The weight of responsibility was on his shoulders, and he couldn't afford to let anything slip. He leaned forward slightly, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the table as he made his point clear.

My nerves are shooting, and I fleetingly wonder if I could take at least one of them down while they all attack me at once. We reach the room and I walk inside to find a large oak desk with a large black padded chair behind it. There are several bookshelves on the opposite wall with tons of books about bartending and appetizers. The carpet looks clean and new and there is a large fern in the corner next to the desk. The office is comfortable, not at all what I would expect from a group of bikers.

Just one final door at the end. I reached it and pushed gently. Power hit me like a wave. An entire wall of glass stretched floor to ceiling, revealing a panoramic view of the marina below. The sun light peered in, casting gold and silver rays across the sleek interior. A long mahogany desk sat beneath the glow, low and polished, with a single matte-black laptop resting at the center. No papers. No clutter. A desk for decisions, not work.

He dropped me and Nae off together and says he'll pick us up later. Mr. Jimmy who I hadn't seen in awhile brings in my new desk and sets it up. It's an L-shaped thick tampered glass desk with an attached rolling keyboard/mouse shelf, three wire drawers and a little shelf for my printer. I love it! Zavier comes by to visit me and has this huge grin on his face like he's hiding something.. But he didn't tell me what. I just pray it's nothing that's gonna put me in the hospital again!

CHAPTER 19: EXERTING CONTROL JORDAN: Walking into my office, the first thing most people noticed was my fancy huge glass desk. But this desk was much more than a piece of furniture. It's literally a tech gadget. This desk had a built-in multi-screen setup, a hidden dashboard and under the desk was a biometric panel. The glass surface changes into a touchscreen table so that I could swipe through camera feeds like I was going through photos.

“I told her I was comfortable with that level of uncertainty.” “And,” Elliot said. “She laughed,” Adrian said. “The real version.” Elliot looked at him. “Good,” he said. He walked out. SERA The desk arrived at ten fifteen. She had ordered it online six days ago. Solid wood. Not decorative. The kind built to be used rather than observed. The right height. The right depth. A surface large enough to hold a laptop and a notebook and a coffee cup without any of them encroaching on the others.

“Behind the desk. Bend over it.” I obeyed instantly, my pulse racing. I walked around the side of the desk and bent forward at the waist, pressing my upper body flat against the cool, polished wood. The surface was smooth and slightly chilled against my heated skin. I kept my legs slightly apart, instinctively presenting myself to him, my ass raised and vulnerable.

she said, giving me a quick nod before rushing back to her desk. People moved around the office like bees in a vibrant garden, each person focused on their tasks. I noticed David, a tall guy with glasses who sat across from me, typing furiously. I had heard that he was the go-to tech guy, always fixing issues with the software. He looked intense and serious, and I wondered if he would even notice my efforts.

Eve I’m sitting in my new office on the top floor of the Tower. It’s a glass-walled shark tank that rivals Dominik’s. Offering a panoramic view of the city I am slowly, methodically helping my husband devour. My desk is a slab of black marble, devoid of personal items. No photos. No trinkets. Just the tools of the trade. A secure laptop, three cell phones, and a stack of dossiers that would topple the city council if leaked.

If I had it my way, I’d bend her over that desk right now and remind her exactly who she belongs to. “The desk is fine,” I reply, trying hard to ignore the growing tension in my lower body. God help me. The longer I stay in this office with her, the more dangerous things will get, for both of us. I need to get out before I act on the wild thoughts racing through my head.