The question hung in the air between us, loaded with meaning I wasn't sure how to interpret — but my body knew exactly what it wanted.
"I want..." My voice came out smaller, huskier than I intended. "I want to succeed. To move up."
"That's a safe answer." His eyes dropped slowly to my mouth, then lower to the rise of my breasts, before returning to my eyes. "What do you really want? What do you think about when you're alone at night, touching yourself in the dark?"
Oh God.
My breath caught. The air between us felt electric, thick with tension and raw lust.
I should stand up. Should put distance between us. Should remind him this was inappropriate, that he was my boss, that this could ruin everything.Instead, heat flooded between my legs as the words spilled out.
"You," I whispered be
