Mia’s POV
I spent the day terrified and aroused.
Every time Voss walked past my cubicle my stomach flipped and my cunt clenched so hard I had to grip the edge of my desk to stay still. I caught him looking at me during the morning briefing. Eyes sliding over my blouse like he already knew what was underneath. I kept my legs crossed under the table. Thighs pressed tight. But it only made the ache worse. By lunch I was soaked through my panties. The cotton dark and sticky against my lips. I excused myself to the bathroom twice just to wipe myself clean. But the wetness came right back.
I hated him for doing this to me.
I hated myself more for wanting it.
At six forty five I locked myself in the staff bathroom on the twelfth floor.
The navy skirt suit hung on the hook. Pressed.
