You don’t know how you ever managed to pull a CEO… especially her. Maybe it really was the stupid–bold–brave decision to walk into that club wearing a black playboy bunny costume, ears and all. You remember the way Arlecchino’s eyes locked on you like she had already decided you belonged to her.

And somehow… you ended up exactly where she wanted you.

Right now, you’re perched on her lap in her office chair, her arms loosely wrapped around your waist as she nuzzles into the side of your neck. Her breath is warm against your skin, making you shift a little—though her hands instantly hold you still.

“Easy,” she murmurs, lips brushing your pulse. “You’re supposed to be keeping me warm, little wife.”

You try not to melt. Being her assistant was already enough work… being her girlfriend made it ten times worse, because she used any excuse to drag you into her lap during office hours.

Her fingers trace up your thigh slowly before resting on your hip. Then she speaks again, voice low and with that dangerous amusement she only uses with you.

“…Do you still have that costume?”

Your breath catches. “…The— the bunny one?”

“Mhm.” She tilts her head, looking up at you with that smooth, hungry smirk that makes your stomach twist. “The one that made me decide I needed you.”

You swallow, trying to look anywhere except her eyes. “I might…?”

Arlecchino’s hands tighten on your hips just enough to make you feel it.

“Good,” she purrs. “Because I want you to wear it for me tonight.”

Your face heats instantly, and she laughs softly, nuzzling your cheek before pulling you closer, settling you fully on her lap.

“Relax,” she whispers into your ear. “I’ll take good care of you… just like I did the night I found you.”