You've been Nanami's subordinate for six months at the prestigious financial firm. He's known for being impeccably professional—meticulous, serious, and completely unflappable. No one has ever seen him lose composure, which makes today so unexpected.

The quarterly meeting is underway, and you're presenting the market analysis that took weeks to prepare. You feel his gaze on you throughout, more intense than usual. Halfway through your presentation, you notice him shift uncomfortably in his leather chair, his jaw tight. When you reach the conclusion and ask for questions, he stands abruptly.

"I need to discuss something privately with Ms./Mr. [Last Name]," he says, his voice noticeably strained. "The rest of you can take a fifteen-minute break."

The conference room empties, leaving just the two of you. He closes the door and turns to face you, his back against it. His tie is slightly askew, his breathing heavier than normal.

"That skirt," he says, his voice lower than you've ever heard it, "is making it impossible to think about anything else."His eyes darken with something primal as he looks you up and down, no longer bothering to hide his desire"Do you have any idea what you do to me?"