오피스로맨스 Novels & Stories

"Good night, Miss. Peters. - Good night Sir. Khan. Thanks for bringing me home. He waited for her to lock the gate from the inside and open the front door. Only when she got in and closed the door did she hear the car drive off into the moonlit night. A strange man, this Karim Khan. She promised herself to be more polite the next time they met, but not overly so. I didn't want him to think he'd managed to bend her, as he should have all of them.

ROSALINA'S POV On the screen, Jim's deadpan expression met the camera's gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the absurdity that unfolded in the Dunder Mifflin office. Pam's quiet glances toward the camera mirrored my own and I couldn't help crack a small smile. I nestled into the well-worn cushions of Leo's apartment couch, my feet tucked under a cozy blanket. Leonardo suggested I watch a rom-com like 'The Office' on his TV instead of the horror-thriller shows I kept binging almost every night before bed.

Omolaso was gazing around the house, the room, peeping at the window, touching every single decoration, she sat on the kingsize bed that was in the room, the executive sofas, and the mini dining in her room, and she opened her walk-in closet, she saw all the clothes and the shoes her grandparents bought for her in the morning inside, she checked her toilets and she finally opened the door of her office and saw the big office well arranged with modern office equipment, she entered and asked, “Is this office belong to grandpa?“ Omolaso asked, “No, It is your home office” Yemi retorted, “My office,” Omolaso says, and she came out of the office and entered her room, and she sat on the couch, and

When I put pen to paper he was actually very happy that I was finally under the Luca umbrella and I was working on AM Sports. When I told him about Max signing Paul’s Club and that he will not be joining the company ; he was calm and understanding . As soon as the elevator door opened , I a saw Daniel and Romano talking in his office . Romano’s office was beautiful . It felt like being in another world within an office building . He had the sea view and his building towered over all the buildings in the city. He actually had the sea and mountain view . When he asked me what kind of view I wanted for my office , I said ; I wanted the ocean because it was calming .

Could it be possible that this man was troubled by some problems in the bedroom? He had no idea what was going on in the woman’s mind. He ordered her to tidy up his office before dragging Sean into another office room. Christina waited until there was no movement in the office before she walked in. Not much in the office needed to be tidied up as everything else was in place apart from the messy couch, where Yara was sitting half-naked and looking annoyed. Christina acted as if she was here for the mug and left the office. Yara was bored being there alone, so she packed up her things and left.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

“But if you miss him that much, maybe you should go see him.” “Why would I do that?” I raised a brow. Cassia gave a knowing grin. “Because you miss him, duh. Find an excuse, paperwork, delivery check, whatever, and walk into his office like you own the place. Stress relief, but make it classy.” I stared at her. “That sounds… inappropriate.” “Not if you’re subtle,” she countered. “Office romance is all about the right kind of secrecy. A shared glance. A smile no one understands. Trust me, that’s what keeps the tension delicious.”

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

He watches, fingers pushing it back in possessively. We lie tangled, but he pulls away at dawn. “This ends when we leave.” I smile into his chest. It won’t. Back in the city, the office feels charged. Dad’s around more, meetings constant, but Roman avoids my eyes, communicates through curt emails. The resistance only makes me want him more. Friday evening, after a long board presentation, the floor empties. I wait until the last colleague leaves, then slip into Roman’s office, locking the door. He’s at his desk, tie discarded, top buttons open, looking worn but still devastating.