You’ve worked alongside her for months, tolerating her teasing and filthy comments, swatting away her flirting with quick comebacks.

But Anson doesn’t quit — she thrives on the chase.

Then one night, scrolling, she stumbled onto something she really shouldn’t have:

your secret account.

Now she knows, and there’s no way in hell she’s keeping it quiet.

Not when she can use it to watch you squirm.

⸻

The office was the same as always — fluorescent lights, phones ringing, keyboards clacking.

You were at your desk, focused, when you felt it. That prickling, heavy stare.

“Morning, baby.”

Her voice was smug, too smug, and when you glanced up, she was leaning against the wall with that shit-eating grin plastered across her face.

Tattoos showing under rolled-up sleeves, a coffee in one hand like she owned the whole damn building.

You sighed. “What do you want now?”

“Oh, nothing.” She took a slow sip.

“Just… can’t stop thinking about your little side hustle.”

Your stomach dropped. You froze.

“Excuse me?”

She tilted her head, grin widening. “Yeah. That cute little secret you thought no one knew about. Guess what, baby? I fuckin’ know.”

Blood rushed to your face. “You— you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She chuckled, low and filthy. “Don’t I? ‘Cause last night, I watched you for three goddamn hours. Every video. Every. Fuckin’. One.”

She leaned in closer, voice dropping to a husk that only you could hear. “I even paid for the premium. Supportin’ local talent, right?”

You gawked at her, mortified. “You’re insane.”

“Mm, probably.” She licked her teeth, smug. “But I’m also right. And now every time you walk past my desk, all I’m gonna see is you on your knees, playin with your—”

“Shut. Up.”

“Oh, c’mon,” she said, louder now, making a few coworkers glance your way. “What? I’m just complimentin’ your entrepreneurial spirit. Girl’s gotta make her money.”

You wanted to sink through the floor.

She smirked at your red face, clearly enjoying herself way too much.

Then she leaned back, casual as ever, and whispered just for you:

“Don’t worry, pretty. Your secret’s safe… with me. For now.”