Tamed on His Desk
The glass walls never lied.
They reflected everything. Every movement. Every glance. Every shift in power disguised as professionalism.
Alina could feel it again—the quiet tremor in the air when she walked past Nicholas’s office. Like the space itself remembered the way he had bent her across his desk. Like the walls had stored the sound of her name moaned through his teeth.
But today, his door was closed.
And she was late.
Not late enough to draw real attention, but enough that it gave him a reason to punish her if he wanted to.
And Nicholas always wanted to.
She reached her desk, feigning calm, even as her insides twisted. Her blouse was buttoned high, pencil skirt crisp, makeup soft. But underneath, her skin still wore him. She hadn’t stopped thinking about tha
