Mr. Ceo Wants Me
unbearable moment. Then, with
on a to-do list. She slipped off her panties and, without hesitation, placed the delicate fabric in
mpressed, even. If he was looking for shame or
ply, sliding the folder
e me and the youngest woman. There was something in her eyes, a silent challenge. She held th
aring down on me. This was more than a test. This was a battle for dominance, and I was caught in the
ghtly, visibly trembling. "I can't
, she rushed out of the room. The door closed softly
voice breaking the silenc
to me. Calm. Pati
edge of the room, clutching her folder tig
it not for a file, not for some absurd power play. But another part of me, the part that refused t
ould I. It wasn't about the panties, I reminded myself. It was about what
skin as I slipped my panties down and off. My movements were steady, controlled, an act of defiance,
his gaze sharpened, like he was seeing something he
ng," he sa
es of the folder as I held it firmly. I didn't look at the redhead. I didn't want to see her sat
is gaze swept between the redhead and me. For a moment, the only sound was the faint tic
his tone smooth but edged with something harder
od my ground, forcing myself to appear composed despite the wariness bubb
solicit outside help, you won't be permitted to
cessing his
e're staying here? All day?" Her voice is calm, b
re I can oversee your progress. Every tool, resource, and bit of assistance you
, gather my thoughts, maybe work through the file somewhere quiet. Somewhere safe. But
ckly, though. "Fine," she
There's space for both of you. Laptops, drafting tools, and research materials are already prepared." He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And just
ur, tasting the wo
arp as glass. "You're here to prove yourselve
open her file as though she couldn't wait to get started. Her movements were del
the weight of every choice I had made since stepping into this room. I sat across from
ms, and cryptic instructions. It took only a glance for me to realize
ust a test, i
ave exactly twelve hours. Midnight is your