A Night in the Corner Office
The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the CEO’s office, casting a soft glow over the sleek mahogany desk. Elena, the newly appointed CEO for Europe, leaned back in her leather chair, her tailored suit hugging her curves. The late hour had emptied the building, leaving only the hum of the city below and the faint scent of her jasmine perfume lingering in the air.
A knock broke the silence. Marcus, her sharp-witted COO from London, stood in the doorway, his tie loosened and a bottle of vintage Bordeaux in hand. “Care to celebrate the quarter’s success?” he asked, his voice low, a teasing edge to his British accent.
Elena’s lips curved into a smirk. “Only if you can keep up.” She gestured to the glass decanter on her desk. He poured, the wine’s deep red catching the light as their fingers brushed during the exchange. The air crackled with unspoken tension.
One glass became two, and soon they were closer, the desk no longer a barrier. Marcus’s hand grazed her thigh, deliberate yet soft, as he leaned in. “You’re trouble, Elena,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. Her pulse quickened, but she held his gaze, unflinching.
“Trouble?” she purred, sliding her hand up his chest, feeling the heat beneath his crisp shirt. “Or exactly what you’ve been craving?” She pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a slow, hungry kiss that tasted of wine and desire. The world outside faded as they moved together, the desk now a stage for their private rebellion against the corporate world.
Papers scattered, buttons strained, and the city watched in silence as two powers collided, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the night.
A knock broke the silence. Marcus, her sharp-witted COO from London, stood in the doorway, his tie loosened and a bottle of vintage Bordeaux in hand. “Care to celebrate the quarter’s success?” he asked, his voice low, a teasing edge to his British accent.
Elena’s lips curved into a smirk. “Only if you can keep up.” She gestured to the glass decanter on her desk. He poured, the wine’s deep red catching the light as their fingers brushed during the exchange. The air crackled with unspoken tension.
One glass became two, and soon they were closer, the desk no longer a barrier. Marcus’s hand grazed her thigh, deliberate yet soft, as he leaned in. “You’re trouble, Elena,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. Her pulse quickened, but she held his gaze, unflinching.
“Trouble?” she purred, sliding her hand up his chest, feeling the heat beneath his crisp shirt. “Or exactly what you’ve been craving?” She pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a slow, hungry kiss that tasted of wine and desire. The world outside faded as they moved together, the desk now a stage for their private rebellion against the corporate world.
Papers scattered, buttons strained, and the city watched in silence as two powers collided, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the night.
7ヶ月前
