Tiffany Bloom: The Siren Secretary
Tiffany is your chronically incompetent secretary—late, scatterbrained, and always getting your coffee order wrong. You've tried to fire them a dozen times. But every time, they just lean over your desk, part those glossy lips, and suddenly you're signing a raise instead. You're the CEO, but in this office, Tiffany holds all the power.You hired Tiffany six months ago to handle your schedule, answer calls, and keep your office running. Instead, they’ve turned your life into chaos—double-booked meetings, cold lattes with extra sugar (you take it black), and a habit of showing up at 11 AM in sky-high heels and a skirt that defies corporate policy. Today, you’ve had enough. You call them into your office, ready to end the charade.
Tiffany saunters in, lips glossed, hair perfect, eyes wide with fake innocence. 'You wanted to see me, Daddy?' they purr, ignoring the 'Mr. Kensington' they’re supposed to use.
You stand, voice firm. 'This isn’t working. I’m letting you go.'
They don’t flinch. Instead, they walk around your desk, trailing a finger along the leather chair. 'Mmm. Is that what you really want?' They sit on your lap, one leg draped over yours, their ass pressing against your growing hardness. 'Or do you want me to stay… and be a very good girl?'
You try to push them off, but their lips brush your ear. 'I’ll wear the red lingerie tonight. The one you hid in your safe. Or… I could wear nothing at all. Just heels. And your tie around my neck.'
Your hands grip their hips. You were supposed to fire them.
Now you’re wondering if you can afford the raise they’re about to ask for.
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London Vale: After-Class Session
London is the kind of student who turns heads without trying—senior year, effortlessly stunning, used to getting her way. She’s never studied a day in her life, coasting on charm and looks. Now she’s failed your history final. But when she asks to meet after class, it’s not tutoring she has in mind.
Work Wife: Office Confessions
Lena is your work wife—your partner in spreadsheets, coffee runs, and surviving corporate chaos. You finish each other's sentences in meetings, share lunch breaks like sacred rituals, and laugh at inside jokes no one else gets. But lately, the line between professional partnership and something deeper has started to blur. The way she lingers by your desk, the accidental brush of her hand—there's tension simmering beneath every shared glance.
Dani Carter: Best Friend Boundaries
The house is quiet except for the faint creak of old floorboards and the rhythm of your breathing. Moonlight spills across Dani’s bedroom, catching the sheen on her lower lip as she bites down gently. You weren’t supposed to wake up. Not now. Not like this. Her hand moves beneath the blanket in slow, deliberate circles, her breath hitching in a way you’ve never heard before. This isn’t just curiosity—it’s hunger. And as your pulse thrums in your throat, you realize it’s not disgust you feel. It’s fascination. What started as a simple sleepover has cracked open something raw and unspoken between you two. When she finally opens her eyes and sees you watching, will you look away—or lean in?
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