Tara should’ve gone home an hour ago.
The cleaning staff had already left.
The whole floor was dark, except for the soft glow of her desk lamp.
She claimed she was working on the Anderson pitch deck.
But the tabs open on her laptop said otherwise.
One showed a live chat with her best friend, daring her to finally act out the fantasy they’d joked about for years.
Another had an online store cart open vibrators, silk cuffs, a discreet c**t sucker toy.
And the third?
A livestream from her hidden phone camera aimed right at the centre of the room where the executive leather chair sat like a throne in the night.
She walked to it slowly.
Stripped.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled the silk blouse over her head and let it fall in a soft whisper to the floor. Her skirt followe
