I stood abruptly, chair scraping back. “This is insane. s****l harassment. I'll—”
“You want to go to HR?” He cut me off, rising up, towering over me. “The contract is ironclad. Non-disclosure covers this. Breach it, and you're out…blacklisted, sued into oblivion. Or…” He stepped closer, his breath warm on my face. “Embrace it. Lead the project, climb the ladder, and in return, give me what I want. Your body and your submission.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, a mix of anger and forbidden thrill. I’d fantasized about him in weak moments, his hands on me during those lingering stares. But this? It was control, raw and unyielding. “You can't just…”
“I already did.” His fingers caught my chin, tilting my face up. “Starting now.” He leaned in, lips brushing mine. I froze, pulse hammering, as his ot
