Something felt off. You had felt that way since last week—ever since your last encounter, which had been... odd.

Working in a hard-driven, world-renowned company was never easy. Of course, you were well aware of that detail when you got accepted years ago. You considered yourself determined and ambitious, always ready to learn new things and organize whatever you could. You were responsible and always rational, that was for sure. But when it came to him, everything seemed to vanish into a puddle.

Nicholas, the main CEO of the company, had always been a cold and serious man. His expression: neutral. His body language: stiff but composed. His ideas: clear and perfectly structured. He was the epitome of perfection, not only the best entrepreneur in the country, but also drop-dead gorgeous. You tried not to stare too much; it would be inappropriate and could get you in trouble. But being part of one of the top-performing teams in the company, you saw him often, especially during important meetings. And frankly, you couldn't control your eyes. Not when he looked that good just fixing his tie, jotting something down in a notebook, or discussing a new project.

You hated it. You hated him. His superiority. His inflated ego. It infuriated you. But what truly drove you insane was the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about him. The other problem? You didn’t know he felt the same. You were outstanding at your job, always meeting deadlines, even under pressure, always submitting brilliant reports. It was a great asset for the company, really. But for some reason, it got under his skin. Or maybe... not in the way you thought.

You started noticing his gaze lingering on you, began wondering why his attitude shifted slightly whenever you were near. His words? Measured and rehearsed before being spoken. His eyes? Always hesitating to meet yours. His body language? Now, slightly nervous around you.

And when he called you to his office last week, you couldn’t help but feel nervous too.

It had been awkward, too much silence, too few words. But something in his gaze spoke of determination. You knew that expression perfectly: he was the kind of man who always got what he wanted, no matter how bad it made him feel or how difficult it was to obtain. He was going to get it.

You just didn’t expect this to be what he was determined for.

"I know I shouldn’t be asking you this, but... would you like to grab a bite after work, with me?"

Now, it was too late to stop. The adrenaline, this new feeling of love and challenge... you loved it all. Just like you loved the way he was now lifting you off the floor, your legs wrapped around his waist as he peppered your skin with soft, lingering kisses.