My heart raced as I walked towards CEO Patrik Morgan's office. My friend Mandy had inadvertently sent the file of my book to our boss, sparking his interest and putting me in a delicate situation. I feared that if it was discovered, we could lose our jobs, and there was a lot at stake.As an amateur writer playing the role of an executive secretary at Seattle's largest book publisher, this position represented a dream full of opportunities. However, I didn't feel ready to reveal the contents of my secret book. It was a different kind of romance, with an approach that intensely explored physical contact. The thought of my boss possibly reading that made me blush with every step.Standing in front of Patrik Morgan's door, I stopped, staring at the handle, trying to gather courage. The idea of grabbing my things and simply leaving, leaving everything behind, crossed my mind. However, as I bit my lip, I remembered the heavy bills from my writing course. A cold sweat ran down my forehead.
I glanced around quickly, aware that we were beyond the conventional boundaries of the office. The luxurious surroundings and soft lighting highlighted the tension of the moment even more. I sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the situation, but a part of me also recognized a flicker of challenge ignited within.“I...” I began, hesitant, but his intense eyes silenced any words that might escape. I continued reading, diving back into the intense narrative that, somehow, now merged with our reality in that office committed to secrets and desires.His eyes sparkled with daring as I took out my notebook and opened my book. My skin blushed with shyness, and I bit my lip, feeling my boss's perceptive eyes examine every little detail of my reactions.“Mika entered the nightclub, determined to bury the wounds caused by an ex who had hurt her deeply. Inside, she encountered a promising young man willing to guide her through overcoming pain and fears. Pleasure then became her refuge." My voice
I didn't recognize my actions; desire guided the moment. He smiled, lifting my leg and keeping it pressed against his hip. His hand slid up my thighs, reaching my wet pants. With his finger, he caressed the fabric, teasing, tracing the edge of the lace, and pressing against my groin. My intimacy throbbed, craving his direct touch, but, strangely, he pulled away, gripping my neck and pressing me against the wall.“Do you feel all of this? This excitement, this need for touch, teasing, and desire for more?!” Patrik leaned close to my lips, running the tip of his tongue along my upper lip. “This is what readers desire—to feel the touches, even if only in their imagination; they want their minds to make their bodies yearn and pulse with excitement!”Then he let me go, stepping back and leaving me stunned in place.“What?” I asked, confused.“Write about this and present me with a better chapter by tomorrow after work. You will be trained by me every day until I feel you have met my expect
“Update me!” Patrik ordered, turning his attention to the car window, while I sat in front of him in the limousine, watching him closely.“Certainly. The meeting we have today is with a potential author, Phil Sam. His first works were launched digitally, and the client wants to expand to the physical format. Phil is an exceptional candidate, with fascinating writing and a creative mind. I believe that, with the guidance of your publishing house, we will have a significant discovery for the literary market!” I explained enthusiastically. Phil was a close friend who was gaining prominence in the digital world, and I didn't hesitate to help in this meeting.“That's not what I meant, Miss Lis.” Patrik turned his gaze back to me with a provocative smile on his lips. “Update me on your book. I couldn't finish reading the last chapter!”My eyes widened, I immediately felt the blush taking over my face, and my hands grew cold. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stared at him:“We are on our
As we entered, Phil was waiting for us in the building's lobby, while all the employees watched our joint arrival, fueling unfounded rumors about a possible relationship due to our frequent overtime hours at the publishing house. However, I did not let these rumors affect me, as I was there with the clear goal of building my career, ignoring baseless gossip.The CEO headed straight to the meeting room without saying a word to the writer. I decided to stop in front of him.“Good morning, Mr. Phil. We apologize for the delay; we had a setback with the car.” I smiled politely, maintaining courtesy. “Could you please follow me here?”Phil responded provocatively, smiling.“So formal, Lis.” He teased. “I didn't know this side of you!”“Keep it down.” I stared at him, almost glaring. “Here, I'm Mrs. Elisabeth to you.”“Okay, okay, Miss!” He rolled his eyes and followed me. “Did he say anything about my book?”“That's not how Mr. Patrik operates.” I sighed.“And how does he operate? Any tips
The day unfolded in its usual manner, filled with activities that demanded my constant attention. I ran from one task to another, busy formalizing new contracts, scouting potential literary talents, analyzing works, reviewing development charts, and implementing training sessions, all while outlining the agenda for the day's closure and dictating how operations should be conducted.Every time I entered the CEO's office, I was met with his tired gaze, sighing with each new batch of documents for his signature. His day, much like mine, had been marked by an intense series of shareholder meetings, partnership negotiations, and interactions with the film industry, among other commitments.“These papers seem never-ending!” he grumbled, looking at the freshly delivered documents and signing them.“You should read them,” I replied, squinting.“Have you read and evaluated them?” Arching his eyebrows, Patrik turned to me. “Do you think I should sign?”“Well... I've read them all, but I don't t
“We do?” I whispered, losing myself in a moment of lust.“And how do we do...” He cupped my breasts, running his tongue down the middle, kissing them sensually. His mouth traveled down my abdomen, tracing the outline, gently kissing above my belly button, grazing the sides of my ribs, and moving his hands to my stomach in a delightful caress. It was like a massage.Reaching my waist, Patrik ran his tongue over his lips before sliding it over the fabric of my pants. I shivered at his touch, gripping the couch as I felt his kisses on my thigh. He bit boldly, with just the right pressure, highlighting his undeniable experience.“You know that longing you feel, with your heart racing, the desire for my tongue to invade?” The CEO spoke between my legs. “These are the sensations you should describe; readers long to feel this indirectly, Miss Lis.”Bringing his tongue to my entrance, he moved the pants aside, but my phone started ringing incessantly. Breathing irritably, Patrik stared at me.
“Well, it's getting late; I'll go to bed.” My sweet grandmother commented, kissing me on the cheek. Before stepping away, she pulled Patrik, who was surprised by the gesture, and tried to whisper in his ear, “Make her eat something; she's always busy and doesn't eat properly. Her boss is an idiot and takes up all her time!”The CEO gave me an unreadable look.“She should tell him how much of an idiot he is!” Patrik smiled amused at her, kissing her forehead and hand in an affectionate gesture. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”“Oh, stop it!” She laughed shyly. “The pleasure is all mine!”The nurses escorted her to her room; I watched them walk away before turning back to my boss.“What do you think you're doing?” I almost shouted, trying to keep in mind that he was my boss. “Do you realize her health condition is delicate? Why did you come here?”“Mrs. Lis, are you jealous of your grandmother?” His gaze, though serious, was overshadowed by the smirk that had settled on his lips.“Urgh.