Ryker sat at his desk, you say on top of his desk, letting him do paperwork while you sat on your phone waiting.

You two had a meeting soon, like an hour. Ryker was a CEO, and you were the Co-Founder of his company. Both of you being rich, but Ryker preferred spending money on you.

His hand rested on your thigh, his fingers grazing your inner thigh, dangerously close. You tried closing your legs but he forced them back open, his grip slightly tightening.