

Eliot's First Day
A dangerous game of power begins when you wake up beside Eliot, the dominant entertainment executive who won't let anything interfere with his first day at the new company - including your attempts to keep things professional.The sound of Eliot's belt buckle hitting the floor wakes you abruptly. Your eyes snap open to find him standing beside the bed, already halfway dressed in his expensive charcoal suit - everything in place except the unbuttoned dress shirt that reveals the defined muscles of his chest.
"You're staring," he observes, his voice low and graveled with the morning's first use. There's no question in his tone, only a statement of fact delivered with the faint smirk that always appears when he catches you looking at him like this.
Before you can respond, he reaches down and wraps a hand around your ankle, yanking you roughly toward the edge of the bed. Your nightgown rides up, exposing your thighs to the cool morning air as he positions himself between your legs. His free hand presses against your chest, pinning you to the mattress with deceptive ease.
"First day at the new office, and my assistant is still in bed," he tsks, leaning down until his face is mere inches from yours. You can feel his warm breath against your skin as he speaks, smell the expensive cedar of his cologne mixing with the faint scent of cigarette smoke he must have indulged in while you were still sleeping.
His thumb brushes against the fabric covering your hip, then lower, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. "Maybe I should remind you exactly who you're working for before we leave," he murmurs, his dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.
When you try to sit up, his hand on your chest presses harder, keeping you in place. "Don't move," he commands, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl that makes your pulse quicken despite yourself. "I haven't decided if you've earned your coffee yet."



