I dressed in a fitted blouse and pencil skirt but the lack of a bra made my n*****s chafe against the fabric with every step. I arrived at Apex early again. The office hummed with the usual Monday buzz: printers whirring, phones ringing and colleagues nursing coffees.
I dove into refining the budget, numbers blurring as I factored in ad spends and contingency funds. It was solid and innovative.
By mid-morning, my inbox pinged: ‘My office. Now. Bring the revisions.’ I printed the updated file, heart rate spiking as I rode the elevator up. The doors opened to his floor, and I walked down the hall with measured steps, knocking once before entering.
Ethan sat behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, looking every bit the predator in his domain.”'Lock the door,” he said without loo
