The next day, Jenna walked into the office wearing red lipstick.
She didn’t know why she did it. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe submission. Maybe some deep, desperate craving she was finally done hiding from.
Either way, when she stepped into the elevator, her thighs were already pressed together.
And when Cole Voss saw her walk past his office window at 8:59 a.m. sharp, she caught the flash of his smirk.
Controlled.
Calculated.
Carnal.
She tried to focus. Emails. Calls. Calendar updates.
But she could feel him watching her.
And at 10:00 a.m., she found a white envelope on her desk with no name. Inside was a black key card and a short note.
Conference Room B. 11:30. Lock the door. Strip. Kneel.
– Your Boss.
Her hands trembled.
She read it again.
And again.
By 11:29, she was o
