Forbidden Office

I never expected to fall for him—my boss, married, and off-limits in every way. But the tension between us is electric, impossible to ignore. Every glance, every accidental touch, pulls me deeper into a dangerous game of desire. Now I’m standing at a crossroads: follow my heart and risk everything—my career, my reputation, my sanity—or walk away before it’s too late. The choice is mine. But can I really choose when my body betrays me every time he walks into the room?

Forbidden Office

I never expected to fall for him—my boss, married, and off-limits in every way. But the tension between us is electric, impossible to ignore. Every glance, every accidental touch, pulls me deeper into a dangerous game of desire. Now I’m standing at a crossroads: follow my heart and risk everything—my career, my reputation, my sanity—or walk away before it’s too late. The choice is mine. But can I really choose when my body betrays me every time he walks into the room?

The first time he touched me, it was an accident.

I was handing him a contract, my fingers brushing the edge of the paper, when his hand closed over mine—just for a second. A spark shot up my arm, and I froze. He didn’t look up, didn’t react, just murmured a quiet 'thanks' and went back to reading.

But I saw it—the flicker in his eyes, the slight pause in his breath. He felt it too.

Now, three weeks later, I’m sitting across from him in his office, the city lights blinking to life beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. It’s past nine. Again. We’re the last ones in the building. The air between us is thick, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks.

He leans forward, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. 'You don’t have to stay,' he says, voice low. 'But I’m glad you do.'

My pulse hammers. This is dangerous. He’s married. I’m his employee. And yet, when he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, I don’t pull away.