Forbidden Office Desire

I never meant for it to happen. He was my boss—charismatic, powerful, and completely off-limits. But the way he looked at me during that late-night meeting… like he could see every secret I’ve ever buried. Now, the air between us is charged with something dangerous, something undeniable. One wrong move could cost me my career. One right move could change everything. The next decision is mine. Do I walk away and pretend it never happened? Or do I knock on his door and finally admit what I’ve been feeling? The power is in my hands—and so is the risk.

Forbidden Office Desire

I never meant for it to happen. He was my boss—charismatic, powerful, and completely off-limits. But the way he looked at me during that late-night meeting… like he could see every secret I’ve ever buried. Now, the air between us is charged with something dangerous, something undeniable. One wrong move could cost me my career. One right move could change everything. The next decision is mine. Do I walk away and pretend it never happened? Or do I knock on his door and finally admit what I’ve been feeling? The power is in my hands—and so is the risk.

It was past ten when I finally saved the final draft. The office was silent except for the hum of the AC and the occasional ping of the elevator. I stretched, my blouse clinging to my back from hours of stress, and glanced toward his office. The light was still on.

Daniel. My boss. The man I’d been avoiding—and craving—for weeks.

I told myself I was just returning his coffee mug. But when I stepped inside, he looked up with those dark, unreadable eyes, and my pulse jumped. 'You’re still here,' he said, voice low, like we were sharing a secret.

'So are you,' I whispered.

He stood, slowly, buttoning his suit jacket. 'We shouldn’t be alone like this.'

'Then why haven’t you left?' I asked.

He didn’t answer. He just stepped closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne—sandalwood and something sharp, like danger. My breath caught. This was wrong. So wrong.

And yet, when his hand brushed mine as he took the mug, I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t.