Corporate Desire - An intimate night with the CEO
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"Where are you hurrying to?"If her face could blush any more intensely, she feared it might rival the shade of a ripe tomato. "I'm heading home. Good night, Mr. Best," Amelia declared, attempting to leave. His hand, however, landed gently on her shoulder, halting her in her tracks. "I'm not ready to call it a night," he declared, his touch lingering.She sent up a breathless prayer for her fleeing common sense to get back where it belonged. But the light touch of his fingers on her shoulder didn't move away, nor did her common sense trot back. “Mr Best --"“Call me Mark”. His fingers finally moved, sliding down her shoulder, grazing over her elbow, only to stop when they reached her wrist. He pressed his thumb against her frantic pulse.“I like to keep things professional". she responded, though her attempt to sound resolute was betrayed by the unmistakable huskiness in her voiceHis touch and the husky quality of her voice created an unexpected tension.Amelia tried to pull away, aware of the growing intensity of the moment. Mark's hand, warm on her wrist, held her in place, making it difficult for her to escape the magnetic pull of the situation."Professionalism has its place, Amelia, but sometimes it's okay to let boundaries blur," He remarked, his voice carrying a subtle charm, as he pulls closer to her until they could feel each other's breath on their faces.Amelia felt a swirl of conflicting emotions. Her sensible side urged her to maintain distance, to stick to the professional script, yet there was an undeniable curiosity in her that wanted to explore what lay beyond those boundaries.Mark's gaze held hers, an unspoken invitation lingering in the air. The office, usually a space of deadlines and tasks, had transformed into a realm of unspoken desires and unresolved tension.With a hesitant smile, Amelia took a step back, freeing her wrist from her boss's grasp. "I appreciate the sentiment Sir, but I think it's best if we stick to professionalism".He released her wrist, his expression unreadable. "As you wish, Amelia. Professional it is," he said, though a spark of something unreadable danced in his eyes.Amelia turned to leave, her heart pounding with a mixture of relief and a lingering sense of what could have been. As she walked away, the air in the office seemed charged with unspoken possibilities, leaving both Mark and Amelia to grapple with the subtle shift in the dynamics of their professional relationship.When a private dinner with the company's CEO leads to a steamy night. Amelia Benson finds herself in over her head. As the lines between work and pleasure blur, she must navigate the complex world of office politics and the CEO's own hidden agenda. Will her forbidden affair cost her everything she's worked for, or will it lead to a happily-ever-after she never saw coming?
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