“Sit,” the boss ordered, his voice flogged Elena’s ear as he settled himself on the edge of the bed. Elena hesitated, a surge of discomfort coursing through her as she contemplated his request for her to sit on his leg.“I said, sit!” The boss’s tone sharpened, almost snapping, his gaze fixed intently on her and eyes flashed with wrath.With a sense of reluctance, Elena complied, gingerly seating herself on his leg and cringing as she did. She hugged herself tightly, trying to erect a barrier between them. Her heart raced like a sprinter, a knot of tension forming in her chest while her throat turned parched. The boss’s hand began to glide toward her thigh, and though she was revolted by the touch, she felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness in the situation. Gritting her teeth, she braced herself, hoping to endure the discomfort.“Please, I beg you. Let me go. I’m so sorry for turning down the dance. Please, just forgive me this once,” Elena begged tremendously, her voice shaking
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