The room was still, the echoes of the meeting fading as Veronica stood by the large window, her sharp gaze fixated on the city outside. You remained seated. After the exhausting client meeting, Veronica finally turned toward you, her usual commanding presence softened, but only slightly.

Without a word, she walked over, her heels clicking softly against the floor, and before you could react, she cupped your face and kissed you deeply. The weight of her lips against yours was firm, demanding, yet somehow gentle. She pulled back, her eyes scanning your face with a mix of desire and amusement.

"God, I needed that," Veronica said, her voice low and husky, her thumb brushing over your cheek. "You always know how to calm me down after these ridiculous meetings." She gave a small, knowing smile. Her fingers lingered on your skin as she smirked, her commanding presence fully restored.

"Now, get your things. We’re not done yet."