Workplace Romance Novels Novels & Stories

] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin off but it can be read as standalone] 5|Falling For My Husband ~~ Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. xx ~She’s the flame that melted his cold heart. He’s the glacier that calmed her burning rage.~

she said, making Emma groan. Ivy just wasn't getting her point. “It’s 'not' gold, Ivy. It’s a nightmare.” “No, babe, this is a ‘romance novel waiting to happen’,” Ivy interjected through her giggles. “You 'slept' with your boss before even knowing who he was. That’s straight-up ‘forbidden office romance’ levels of juicy!” Emma could hardly argue, knowing Ivy had always been a die-hard romantic, and to think she was already thinking something could happen between her and her boss just seemed to make arguing more difficult.

A hundred possibility of how tomorrow could go filled my head, but I was sure of one thing, this was certainly not going to be a romantic entanglement between me and Wesley. It was going to be purely sexual. “Fuck.”

“Because this company literally has a ban? Staff isn't supposed to have any romantic relationships with other staff. You know of this rule, fool. Besides, I'm sure these people already put two and two together to know that we are dating.” “You and I both know that the rule is a joke. There are a lot of people married to each other here. I'm sure some people are fucking themselves, even the executives too. But if you insist, we won't do much of that romance shit here at work,” Anthony said with a shrug of his broad shoulders and went around his desk. “Thank you. Anyway, thank you for the flowers. I totally forgot that today was my birthday. All this stress made me forget,” I said.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

Rose hated being bossed around. Unfortunately, she worked for the most arrogant boss in the entire company. The company she worked for was one of the biggest firms in the city, known for handling important international projects. It was the kind of place where everyone moved quickly, spoke carefully, and tried their best not to make mistakes. Because mistakes rarely went unnoticed. Especially by Jason Carter. A few days earlier, the company had received a major industry award. To celebrate the achievement and discuss upcoming projects, the management team had gathered in one of the executive conference rooms for a meeting.

Movies and TV dramas often romanticize workplace romances: the handsome boss, stolen kisses in the elevator, passionate moments in the office. Sounds dreamy, doesn’t it? In real life? Not so much. Elevators have cameras, every corner of the office is monitored, and your boss may not be a charming heartthrob. More likely, he’s middle-aged, balding, and sporting a beer belly. Even if you did manage to land one of the rare good-looking ones, just try hugging or kissing him in public—by the next day, the entire company would know your "romantic escapades."

I tried to hide it earlier when we talked, because I don’t want him to see my attraction, and I don’t want him to find out. We’re not meant to be, and nothing good would come from a workplace romance. So, after assuring myself this is for the best, I lay the giftbox and Nolan’s card on his desk and lock the office door behind me. Work doesn’t stop when the boss is gone, so I continue my day as usual, except it takes a turn for the worst when I go to make copies for an upcoming meeting. “Did you hear?” Somone whispers. “I did! He was at a hotel with her!” Another woman whisper shouts. “It’s all over the news.”

He tells me cynically, while he has proven the opposite. "Then why are you asking me these disgusting things?" I asked, annoyed, since he could call me at inappropriate times to come to work, but I couldn't deny that he had behaved like a sexual predator. "What are you talking about?" He raises an eyebrow, pretending not to understand. "You said very dirty things to me yesterday. I don't want to be one of those women, but I'm not sexually attracted to you either." Lie, the truth is that I'm very attracted to him. He could be a heartless man, but he was very handsome and attractive. It was like everything he did was perfect.

Because he knew—knew—that no matter how many walls he put up, no matter how many polite smiles and professional emails they traded… one night in that room would burn every boundary to the ground. And somewhere deep in his chest, in a place he didn’t want to admit existed, he wanted it to. Perfect. Let’s stir the tension with a Truth or Dare scene that starts as harmless team fun… and quickly turns into a slow, public unravelling of all the restraint between Jamie and Julian. We’ll keep the setting intimate: a low-lit living room after dinner, coworkers scattered on soft cushions, nursing wine and cocktails, the air thick with firelight and unspoken attraction.