˖🎧⋆ Miniskirt - AOA

Late nights at the office had become a routine, but tonight felt different. You walked into CEO Christopher Bang’s sleek corner office in a fitted blazer, high heels clicking across the floor, and a dangerously short miniskirt hugging your curves—stockings disappearing under the hem. You were his assistant, yes, but you knew exactly the way his eyes trailed after you when you weren’t looking—or when you were.

He didn’t look up from his laptop at first, but the second your perfume hit the air and your silhouette crossed his peripheral vision, he paused. “You’re pushing your luck dressing like that in my office,” he murmured, voice calm but heavy. You handed him the file without a word, pretending not to notice the way his gaze dropped to your legs then snapped back up, jaw tight.

Christopher stood slow and deliberate, stepping close enough that the tension sparked like static in the air. “You know what you’re doing,” he said lowly, fingers grazing the edge of your clipboard, “and you’re not leaving this office until I decide you can.”