8 p.m., CEO's lounge.
The room was empty. Leon was still in the second half of the meeting. I had already stripped bare, standing naked inside his room. I set the small bottle of imitation perfume on the sink.
Tonight, I wasn't hiding it anymore.
I went barefoot to the sofa and lay down. I picked up the lace mask from the table and tied it over my face. My skin felt like it was burning from the inside, every inch of me on fire. I pressed my legs together, biting my lower lip, the hollow ache between my thighs turning into something sharp and tearing. I needed him like a drowning person who needed air.
The door slammed open. Heavy footsteps crossed the carpet and stopped.
"Who let you in?" said Leon's voice.
He moved in three quick strides and dropped his knee onto the sofa cushion. H
