CHAPTER 1: CHOKE ON IT
ELODIE’S POV
The worst part of this whole f*****g arrangement isn't that I hate him. It's that my body has become a traitorous, dripping mess the second I step off the elevator.
The sterile, recycled air of the office doesn't smell like paperwork and ambition to me anymore. It smells like him.
Like dark, expensive cologne and the addictive, musky scent of his sweat when he’s buried deep inside me.
For six months, I’ve been his “assistant.” What a f*****g joke.
I’m his living, breathing stress-relief toy. A warm, wet hole he gets to use whenever the mood strikes him. And God, does the mood strike him often.
Tonight, the office is a ghost town. The only sound is the wild thumping of my own heart and the hum of the fluorescent lights.
I adjust the hem of my
