My Boss's Forbidden Claim: The Night I Surrendered to My Older Boss's Touch
My Boss's Forbidden Claim: The Night I Surrendered to My Older Boss's Touch My Boss's Forbidden Claim: The Night I Surrendered to My Older Boss's Touch The moment his fingers brushed mine while handing over the late-night report, heat shot straight through me—like a live wire straight to my core. Mr. Harlan—Ethan, though I never dared call him that—was forty-two, silver threading his dark hair, broad shoulders filling out his tailored shirt in ways that made my mouth dry. I was twenty-six, his assistant for two years, and I'd spent every late shift pretending the way he looked at me didn't make my panties cling uncomfortably. "Stay a minute, Mia," he said, voice low and gravelly after everyone else had left the office. The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. Hong Kong sprawled below us, indifferent to the pulse hammering between my legs. I nodded, throat tight. "Of course, s...