I stepped into Damien Sinclair’s office at 6:45 PM, my heart racing. The rest of the floor had already gone home. I could hear only the low hum of the air conditioning and my own nervous breathing.
Damien was leaning against his desk, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the ruthless billionaire CEO. His eyes darkened the moment he saw me.
I turned the lock and stayed there with my hands clasped in front of me.
“Come here,” he said.
I walked toward him slowly, and the moment I was close enough, he grabbed me by the waist, lifted me onto his desk, and kissed me with raw hunger. His tongue filled my mouth aggressively as his hands roamed over my body, squeezing my breasts, pinching my n*****s through my dress until I whimpered.
“Tonight it’s just you and me,” he said nasti
