They settled into a rhythm over the following weeks.
Weekdays, they maintained professional distance. He was the demanding CEO, criticizing her work in meetings, sending terse emails about missed deadlines, treating her with the same cool efficiency he showed every other employee. She was the competent executive assistant, anticipating his needs, managing his schedule, pretending she hadn’t been screaming his name into silk pillows the night before.
No one suspected anything.
But underneath the surface, everything had changed.
His texts came throughout the day. Small commands that kept her aware of their dynamic even when they were floors apart, surrounded by colleagues who had no idea what existed between them.
“Wear the red bra tomorrow. I want to imagine you in it during the board
