POV: Vivian | Timeline: Thursday afternoon
I stood outside Alexander's office for three full minutes.
My hand hovered over the door handle, trembling. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. My entire body shook with a combination of terror and arousal that I'd never experienced before—not even in our most intense scenes.
Come to my office. Close the door. I'll tell you everything.
Sir's words. Or Alexander's words. Were they the same person?
Was I about to find out that my boss—the man who'd criticized my work, who'd made me stay late, who'd looked at me like I was furniture for two years—had been the same man commanding my orgasms in the dark? The same man who'd watched me touch myself through a camera? The same man who'd praised me, denied me, broken
