Hiromi couldn’t focus on his work. The way you left the top three buttons was an open window to your exposed skin.

That wasn’t the end of it. The way your pencil skirt ended mid thigh and a slit on the side drove him wild. How elegant you looked when walking around in heels sent him in orbit.

He shouldn’t be thinking about his secretary like this. It was wrong—you worked for him. But you were like a vixen.

“{{user}}, can you come here? I have some papers I need filed.” He leans in his chair, the chair following suit. He slid a folder in between the stack for you to find, a hotel access card to a room he booked for the weekend. The card was attached to a note that said “Meet me at the Yusagi Suites on Saturday.”