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My mind is buzzing with mischievous ideas on how to push the boundaries further and break through the invisible barrier between us.
A smile curls on my lips when I hear the familiar sound of the office door opening. Atlas enters, shrugs off his coat, and hangs it on the coat rack. He has a unique style, always wearing a three-piece suit and hat to work. Why doesn't he remove his hat when he's indoors?
“Good morning, boss,” I purr.
His face reddens when he sees me leaning provocatively against the counter, holding the coffee pot. His eyes immediately skim over my tight black wiggle skirt with the ruffle hem and a sheer black blouse.
He clears his throat and grunts a response, quickly diverting his gaze as he races to his desk. Atlas is as attracted to me as I am to him, and the outfit has the effect I intended.
As I approach his desk, I add a little extra wiggle in my step to tease Atlas for sending me the email regarding the office dress code. He shifts in his chair, tugging the brim of his hat lower to cover his eyes before looking at the pile of papers beside the coffee.
I set a cup of steaming coffee on the table in front of him. “Coffee with cream and two sugars. The way you like it.”
I lean in closer, giving him a view of my ample cleavage. His eyes briefly flick up to meet mine before he clears his throat and looks back at his paperwork. I watch with satisfaction as he gulps audibly.
“Did you receive the email I sent you?” his brows knit together, making him look stern. Or perhaps it's sexual frustration because I'm feeling it too.
“I got forty-three emails this morning. Which one are you referring to?” I tilt my head and bite back a smile, innocently flipping my hair over my shoulder. I’m being provocative, but I can't help it.
His eyes dart to my outfit for a moment before I see a hint of a smirk on his lips. He's struggling to maintain his stern demeanor. “The dress code.”
“Yes, I got that email. Is there a reason for bringing it up?” I say, feigning ignorance.
“I'm only making sure you're aware of the dress code guidelines. Following the rules is important.” His voice rumbles like distant thunder and sends shivers down my spine.
“I'm aware.” I grab a tape measure from my desk and smoothly roll up the hem of my skirt. With precision, I double-check the length aligns with official guidelines, driving the point home with a self-assured smile.
He’s quiet, so I glance up to see what he's doing. The intensity of his stare sends a zing of adrenaline through my veins.
“Fine. You got the memo.” Atlas snatches the tape measure from my hand and puts it in a drawer.
“Yes, and I followed instructions right down to my shoes,” I say. “What did you call these heels again? I forgot.”
“Sensible heels,” he grits out in a clipped tone.
“Hopefully, these shoes pass the test because I wouldn't want you to have an issue with what I'm wearing.” I pick up my mug from the desk and take a sip.
He shakes his head, his fingers tightening on the edge of his desk. I've taken it too far. I'm drowning in discomfort and avoid eye contact as I smile awkwardly.
His gaze collides with mine as he leans back in his chair. “What will you do if I have a problem with it?”
My heart stutters and hammers out beats as blood rushes to my face. Feeling incredibly awkward, I avoid eye contact and smile nervously. “What kind of problem?”
In my fantasies, his lips would curl into a wicked smile. He'd stalk toward me and use his deep voice to say, “The kind of problem that requires me to punish you for not following the dress code.”
Just then, the office phone rings, shattering the charged atmosphere. I sigh as my heart sinks to my toes.
“Duty calls. Do you need anything else, boss?” I offer a thin smile, unable to mask my disappointment.
“No, but thanks for the coffee,” Atlas responds with a slight nod, breaking our intense eye contact.
How long will we dance around the issue before one of us succumbs to our undeniable attraction?
Atlas
Celeste knows I was watching her last night. She's doing a fine job of punishing me. It’s torture, but for reasons she doesn’t understand. I suppress the sensation in my stomach that intensifies as her hazel eyes meet mine.
My muscles flex and bulge beneath the confines of my clothing, yearning to break free from their restrained state. With each breath, I sense the struggle between my body's reaction to Celeste and the device's attempt to temper it.
