Escaping the Deepest Chains Chinese Short Drama

"Relax."

A man's hand softly brushed Joanna Peters' collarbone, gliding along her body's contours.

A faint moan escaped her.

Joanna nibbled her lip, her voice trembling. "Anthony, we're at the office..."

Pressed against the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, her face, now a shade of deep red, mirrored back at her.

She attempted to move away, but Anthony Dixon's hands, familiar with every curve, teased her sensitively.

Her delicate body shook with intensity.

The heat of the moment seemed to fuel his desire even more.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Despite the closed blinds, her anxiety spiked.

Only ten minutes remained until the morning meeting. Several senior executives were already gathered in the conference room, secretaries bustling about just outside.

"Where's Joanna?"

"She was just here. Maybe she went to check the equipment in the conference room? Let's go."

A lump formed in Joanna's throat, the fear of being discovered overwhelming her.

She clasped a hand over her mouth, fearful of letting any sound escape.

Yet, the man looming behind her was relentless, his teasing and tormenting nearly pushing her to the brink of crying out.

"Anthony, you've lost your mind..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

In the reflection of the glass, Anthony's robust upper body and his cold, emotionless eyes were apparent. He seemed to relish her combined arousal and panic.

"When you pleaded to be my lover, you must have known a day like this would come." Anthony smirked, straightening up.

Waves of humiliation and embarrassment crashed over her. Joanna's eyes brimmed with tears that she could no longer contain.

The tears traced paths down her delicate cheeks, falling into her mouth and tasting unbearably bitter.