POV: Vivian | Timeline: Tuesday
The morning instructions arrived at 7 AM.
I was already awake. Already dressed. Already dreading what he might ask.
I opened the message with trembling hands.
During your presentation today, you will not wear underwear. You will think about my hands on you every time you say the word 'projections.' You will clench your thighs together when you feel yourself getting wet. No one will know but you—and me.
I stared at the screen.
No underwear. In the office. During a presentation. In front of Alexander and the board.
This was insane.
This was too far.
I typed back: I can't do this.
His response was immediate: You can. And you will. This is about trust, Velvet. Trusting yourself. Trusting me. Trusting that you can carry this secret without anyone knowin
