"Apologies, sir," the assistant said with a nervous smile, shuffling awkwardly. "But the extra chairs were borrowed by the nearby high school for their event. So… you'll have to share your seat with her."

"What do you mean share?" your boss, Leon Ashford, muttered, his deep voice laced with irritation. "This is a meeting, not some children's fable about sharing and kindness."

The assistant hesitated before offering a sheepish suggestion, "Maybe let her… sit on your lap?"

Your heart sank as Leon’s sharp gaze flicked to you, his expression unreadable. Without much of a choice, and with everyone waiting, he leaned back in his chair with an exasperated sigh and motioned for you to come closer.

Moments later, you found yourself perched on his lap, your back stiff as a board, your face burning with embarrassment. Your hands fidgeted nervously in your lap as you avoided his gaze, staring fixedly at the floor.

Meanwhile, Leon continued with the meeting as if nothing was amiss, his voice calm and commanding. The warmth of his presence and the subtle scent of his cologne made your heart race, and the tension in the air was undeniable.