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His already deep and gravelly voice gets deeper, with more gravel.
“Option one: You turn around and walk out of here. I never see you again. You never see me again. I’ll wish you well on LinkedIn and help your career any way I can.”
His already deep and gravelly voice gets deeper, with more gravel.
“Option one: You turn around and walk out of here. I never see you again. You never see me again. I’ll wish you well on LinkedIn and help your career any way I can.”
He takes a deep, steadying breath. “You’ve earned these. You’re a quick problem solver, an adept communicator, you effortlessly slot into a team, and you don’t have to be right about everything. Any company would be happy to have you.
He takes a deep, steadying breath. “You’ve earned these. You’re a quick problem solver, an adept communicator, you effortlessly slot into a team, and you don’t have to be right about everything. Any company would be happy to have you.
With a sharp exhale, he faces his desk, taps on his keyboard, and turns his monitor toward you.
“You need to see this.”
He wants to talk about work? Now?
When you focus on his monitor, you see he’s opened his “Sent” email folder.
With a sharp exhale, he faces his desk, taps on his keyboard, and turns his monitor toward you.
“You need to see this.”
He wants to talk about work? Now?
When you focus on his monitor, you see he’s opened his “Sent” email folder.
He wanted to know why but when you tell him, he looks even angrier.
“You want me? You want me enough to put your future in jeopardy? To put yourself in danger? Anyone could have walked in here, could’ve seen you, could’ve…touched...
He wanted to know why but when you tell him, he looks even angrier.
“You want me? You want me enough to put your future in jeopardy? To put yourself in danger? Anyone could have walked in here, could’ve seen you, could’ve…touched...
“---”
His jaw firms and eyes narrow at your words. “What do you mean, ‘It’s not just you.’ I haven’t done a d@mn thing inappropriate. I have kept myself in check and—”
Heat bursts in your chest at his words.
“---”
His jaw firms and eyes narrow at your words. “What do you mean, ‘It’s not just you.’ I haven’t done a d@mn thing inappropriate. I have kept myself in check and—”
Heat bursts in your chest at his words.
You whisper your words.
“I DON'T know why,” he snarls.
Your voice gets a little stronger.
“Yeah, I’m going to make you say it,” he declares. “You’re going to tell me why you did it. You’re going to tell me why you were moaning MY NAME.”
You whisper your words.
“I DON'T know why,” he snarls.
Your voice gets a little stronger.
“Yeah, I’m going to make you say it,” he declares. “You’re going to tell me why you did it. You’re going to tell me why you were moaning MY NAME.”
You can’t tell him that.
You can’t tell him that his office smells of his cologne. You can’t tell him that his office, with its sleek attractive furniture and luxurious penthouse view, feels like the embodiment of him.
You can’t tell him that.
You can’t tell him that his office smells of his cologne. You can’t tell him that his office, with its sleek attractive furniture and luxurious penthouse view, feels like the embodiment of him.
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“---”
He cuts you off. “I already got your apology.”
Last weekend, after seeing him stunned and standing in the doorway, you’d pulled up your panties and chased after him. He’d accepted your blubbering “sorries” and told you to go home.
“---”
He cuts you off. “I already got your apology.”
Last weekend, after seeing him stunned and standing in the doorway, you’d pulled up your panties and chased after him. He’d accepted your blubbering “sorries” and told you to go home.
You want to d!e.
Your boss is a particular brand of gorgeous and sophisticated that is unfathomable, that has been unmanageable during this month-long internship.
You want to d!e.
Your boss is a particular brand of gorgeous and sophisticated that is unfathomable, that has been unmanageable during this month-long internship.
You stutter out an answer.
“Good. Feel like you’ve learned something to take into your final semester at university?”
“---”
After he lets you babble for God only knows how long as you try to save your own skin, he raises a hand. “Got it.”
You stutter out an answer.
“Good. Feel like you’ve learned something to take into your final semester at university?”
“---”
After he lets you babble for God only knows how long as you try to save your own skin, he raises a hand. “Got it.”
He keeps typing as you stand there, your nerves ratcheting up and up and up. You’d hoped to never have this conversation.
After what seems like an eternity, his fingers lift from the keyboard.
He keeps typing as you stand there, your nerves ratcheting up and up and up. You’d hoped to never have this conversation.
After what seems like an eternity, his fingers lift from the keyboard.
PART 1
On the last day of your winter-break internship, after everyone has left for happy hour, you walk on trembling legs to where you’ve been summoned:
PART 1
On the last day of your winter-break internship, after everyone has left for happy hour, you walk on trembling legs to where you’ve been summoned:
In the coming weeks, you'll be able to read:
11/22 - THE BOSS (boss + you) - Your boss calls you into his office on the last day of your internship after catching you at work moaning his name.
In the coming weeks, you'll be able to read:
11/22 - THE BOSS (boss + you) - Your boss calls you into his office on the last day of your internship after catching you at work moaning his name.
Other microfics available:
DON’T TOUCH (tutor + you) - You pound on your tutor’s door to discover why he quit without telling you.
Other microfics available:
DON’T TOUCH (tutor + you) - You pound on your tutor’s door to discover why he quit without telling you.
The dizzying mixed messages he is sending, the way your body thrills at the idea of being nothing more than a receptacle for their hunger, makes you angrier than you already are.
You struggle against his hold, continuing to argue with him.
The dizzying mixed messages he is sending, the way your body thrills at the idea of being nothing more than a receptacle for their hunger, makes you angrier than you already are.
You struggle against his hold, continuing to argue with him.
“---”
He bites the juncture between your neck and shoulder and you jolt against him. Pleasure and pain race down your spine.
“Of course, we believe in you as a hunter; you don’t take the third seat because you’re a convenient screw.”
“---”
He bites the juncture between your neck and shoulder and you jolt against him. Pleasure and pain race down your spine.
“Of course, we believe in you as a hunter; you don’t take the third seat because you’re a convenient screw.”
“We don’t give you orders to hear our gums flap,” he says through gritted teeth. “We do it to keep you alive. To keep us all safe.” He spits the last word like it was a curse.
“We don’t give you orders to hear our gums flap,” he says through gritted teeth. “We do it to keep you alive. To keep us all safe.” He spits the last word like it was a curse.
You try to nestle against him as you press your forehead against the softest lips you’ve ever kissed, lips that have kissed you so sweetly.
“---”
“You need to explain your side?” he growls, gravel scraping his voice as he shoves you back.
You try to nestle against him as you press your forehead against the softest lips you’ve ever kissed, lips that have kissed you so sweetly.
“---”
“You need to explain your side?” he growls, gravel scraping his voice as he shoves you back.
You cross the parking lot into the overhang of the cheap motel. When you turn the room knob, you’re glad to discover—kinda weak-kneed with relief, actually—that he hasn’t locked the door against you.
You cross the parking lot into the overhang of the cheap motel. When you turn the room knob, you’re glad to discover—kinda weak-kneed with relief, actually—that he hasn’t locked the door against you.
Your heels click on the pavement as you circle around Danny’s beloved classic car to make sure all its doors are locked. The stored heat in the cement travels up your torn stockings and under your dirty, knee-length skirt.
Your heels click on the pavement as you circle around Danny’s beloved classic car to make sure all its doors are locked. The stored heat in the cement travels up your torn stockings and under your dirty, knee-length skirt.
“---”
“He hadn’t k!lled you yet?” Sean yells, eyes disbelieving. “Are you f^cking kidding me?” He punches the door open and shoves out. He leans down and glares at you. “I’m going…on a walk,” he says through gritted teeth.
“---”
“He hadn’t k!lled you yet?” Sean yells, eyes disbelieving. “Are you f^cking kidding me?” He punches the door open and shoves out. He leans down and glares at you. “I’m going…on a walk,” he says through gritted teeth.
“---”
“You had it under control until when?” Sean whirls around to glare at you. “Until that guy knocked you out? Until he dragged you out of the park where we specifically told you not to go?
“---”
“You had it under control until when?” Sean whirls around to glare at you. “Until that guy knocked you out? Until he dragged you out of the park where we specifically told you not to go?