Mr. Ceo Wants Me
unbearable moment. Then, with
n a to-do list. She slips off her panties and, without hesitation, places the delicate fabric into
pressed, even. If he was looking for shame or he
ply, sliding the folder
e me and the youngest woman. There's something in her eyes, a silent challenge. She holds
bearing down on me. This is more than a test. This is a battle for dominance, and I'm caught in
htly, visibly trembling. "I can't
, she rushes out of the room. The door closes softly
voice breaking the silenc
to me. Calm. Pat
edge of the room, clutching her folder tigh
it, not for a file, not for some absurd power play. But another part of me, the part that refus
I. It's not about the panties, I remind myself. It's about what the
my skin as I slip my panties down and off. My movements are steady, controlled, an act of defiance
in his gaze sharpens, like he's seeing something h
ng," he sa
ges of the folder as I hold it firmly. I don't look at the redhead. I don't want to see her sa
his gaze sweeps between the redhead and me. For a moment, the only sound is the faint ti
his tone smooth but edged with something harde
nd my ground, forcing myself to appear composed despite the wariness bub
solicit outside help, you won't be permitted to
cessing his
're staying here? All day?" Her voice is calm, bu
I can oversee your progress. Every tool, resource, and bit of assistance you re
, gather my thoughts, maybe work through the file somewhere quiet. Somewhere safe. But
kly, though. "Fine," she
There's space for both of you. Laptops, drafting tools, and research materials are already prepared." He pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And just
ur, tasting the wo
arp as glass. "You're here to prove yourselv
ing open her file as though she can't wait to get started. Her movements are d
the weight of every choice I've made since stepping into this room. I sit across fr
s, and cryptic instructions. It takes only a glance for me to realize
st a test, it
ave exactly twelve hours. Midnight is your