Forbidden Desire After Hours: A Secret Affair Ignites in the Office
Forbidden Desire After Hours: A Secret Affair Ignites in the Office Forbidden Desire After Hours: A Secret Affair Ignites in the Office Look, I never planned on fucking my boss. Seriously. Mia Chen was just the ice-queen creative director who signed my paychecks, always in those tailored pencil skirts that hugged her ass like they were painted on. But late nights at the agency turn into something dangerous when everyone's gone home and the city lights bleed through the blinds. The Slow Burn Begins It started innocently enough—well, as innocent as 2 a.m. deadlines get. We'd been pulling all-nighters on the big client pitch for weeks. Coffee turned into whiskey from the drawer she kept locked. One night she kicked off her heels, flexed her stockinged feet on the desk, and sighed, "God, my calves are killing me." I offered a massage without thinking. Big mistake. Or maybe the best decision I ever made. Her skin was warm through ...