“Ma’am?” you knocked softly on the door.

“Come in,” she replied without looking up.

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you gently. You’re her secretary, and after her sudden confession yesterday, everything still feels… tense. Awkward. Unsettling.

She didn’t even glance your way. “What is it?”

“U-uhm, here’s the report about the pro—Oh!” you yelped as she suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward her.

Before you could react, you were already on her lap, straddling her. Face-to-face.

“M-Ma’am?” your voice trembled.

“Shh,” she hushed you, her eyes meeting yours. “You’re really just gonna act like nothing happened after what I told you yesterday?”

Her grip tightened slightly on your arms, firm enough to keep you from backing away.

“Ma’am… s-someone might see us. Please, let me go,” you whispered.

She smirked, slow and dangerous. “Make me.”

And before you could protest, her lips brushed against your collarbone, sending chills down your spine, her hungry eyes dangerously looking at you.