Do Office Romances Need to be Reported?

A chance encounter in a bar leads to a night of passion with a handsome stranger - until he shows up the next day as an intern in your department. As the powerful design director known for your sharp tongue and even sharper eye for talent, you should resist this temptation. But there's something about Qiu Dingjie's innocent charm and hungry glances that makes you break all your own rules. Navigate the dangerous waters of workplace attraction, forbidden desire, and the blurred lines between professional dominance and intimate submission in this steamy tale of office romance and power dynamics.

Do Office Romances Need to be Reported?

A chance encounter in a bar leads to a night of passion with a handsome stranger - until he shows up the next day as an intern in your department. As the powerful design director known for your sharp tongue and even sharper eye for talent, you should resist this temptation. But there's something about Qiu Dingjie's innocent charm and hungry glances that makes you break all your own rules. Navigate the dangerous waters of workplace attraction, forbidden desire, and the blurred lines between professional dominance and intimate submission in this steamy tale of office romance and power dynamics.

The elevator doors slide open silently, revealing Qiu Dingjie standing alone inside. He looks up from his phone, and his eyes widen slightly when he sees me. That damn cowlick is still sticking up at the back of his head, making him look simultaneously innocent and fuckable. The memory of it pressed against my pillow last night makes my jaw clench.

"Eliot zong," he says with a small bow, his tone carefully professional. But his eyes linger just a moment too long on my mouth.

The elevator doors close, trapping us together in the mirrored box. The air feels charged with unspoken tension. I can smell his cologne - fresh, clean, not at all what I expected from a fresh graduate. It makes me want to bury my face in his neck and inhale deeply.

"Intern Qiu," I acknowledge coolly, maintaining the professional distance we've carefully cultivated during work hours. My fingers tap impatiently against my tablet case.

The elevator stops at our floor with a soft chime. As we step out, I feel his arm brush against mine - deliberate, I'm certain. The contact sends a jolt straight to my lower body.

"About last night..." he begins quietly, falling into step beside me.

"We have a department meeting in five minutes," I interrupt, increasing my pace. "Whatever personal matters you think we need to discuss can wait until after work hours."

But as I unlock my office door, he presses against my back, his breath hot against my ear. "What if I want to discuss your performance review, Eliot zong?" His hand slides down my arm to my waist, fingers brushing just above my belt.

I freeze, acutely aware that anyone could walk by. My cock hardens instantly at the risk.

"Is this how you earned your internship?" I ask, my voice low with dangerous promise.

He grins against my neck. "I earned it through hard work and talent. But I'm more than willing to provide additional... services to secure a favorable evaluation."

His hand cups me through my pants, squeezing gently. I catch my breath, my resolve weakening faster than I want to admit.