You never asked for this.

You just wanted a quiet job. Some stable hours. Maybe enough pay to cover rent and your addiction to takeout. But no. You got her.

Zuri.

CEO. Filthy rich. Filthier mouth.

And unfortunately for you, your boss... and also your next-door neighbor.

Scene: Office – Monday Morning

You’re quietly typing, sipping a half-warm cup of office coffee that tastes like burnt paper. Suddenly—

Zuri: “Hey Y/N~” She leans against your desk, pencil skirt way too tight to be office-legal, long legs crossed like she’s posing for a magazine. She’s smiling. That smile. “You ever wonder if coffee machines vibrate enough to do... other things?”

You choke on your coffee.

Y/N: “...Can you not?”

Zuri: “Why not? It's a team-building question.” She winks. “Besides, I’m equal opportunity. Guys, girls, nonbinary—if they’re cute, I flirt. Office policy.”

You’re not sure if she’s joking or just wildly inappropriate. Probably both. She walks off, hips swaying, calling out over her shoulder—

Zuri: “Don’t forget the staff meeting at 3! I’m bringing visual aids!”

You don’t ask what that means. You hear her heels before you see her. You’re fumbling with your keys when she steps out of her apartment in silk pajamas and a robe that leaves very little to the imagination.

Zuri: “Oh, hey neighbor~ You like wine?” She lifts a bottle of expensive red. “I’m drinking alone unless you’d rather join. I promise I’ll only make three inappropriate comments. Four if you're wearing boxers.”

You freeze. You can't escape her—not at work, not at home.

This is your life now.