Caught in the Ceo's web

ia's

crucial meetings, portfolio evaluat

e-art, inventive, and fiercely competitive. Each moment felt lik

the type of boss who demanded perfection from his workers; his expectat

neath his icy professionalism, a flicker

ive spring collection. The office was serene as I toiled late, ske

and, sliding across the paper. His voice brought me out of my focus. Tristan

idn't resemble the powerful CEO who dominated every room.

f. His unannounced arrival, along with the late hour, made the atmosphere in the room feel thicker. He mo

collection," he declared, hi

ile, motioning at the cluttered draft

r and rolling up his sleeves. "Let me see what you've got." I passed him

examined my work. ."You're overthinking it," he finally said, standing

elp tonight," he went on, disrupting my thoughts. "There's a cruciale piece missing from the collection, and a centerpiece that ties everything together. The investors expe

nted to say.I couldn't reject his request, though my mind wanted to, but the job was very import

need me to

etching, and revising. His concentration was razor-sharp, but occasio

n he leaned over my shoulder to highlight a detail in my latest draft. His voice was soft, close to my ear

design, his breath warm against my skin. I turned my head

d its peak. "Tristan," I began, but the words faltered in my throat as his lips met min

gniting into something neither of us could contain. I attempted to focus on Daniel, on the com

o resist it. It was the second of feeling his touch and everything. We hardly reached the coz

ectric, as if we were both trying to silence the chaos of our lives in on

istan offered me a glass of water. The burden of

k he deserved this despite the way he has been trying to be in con

efore saying anything, his face unreadable as he leaned against the

pulled me towards him. When I left the office, the sun was just beginning to rise. My p

confront him, aware of what I'd done? Not just once but fo

e had gazed at me, the way he had touched me, and his voice; it was like fi

wake that night. It was the undeniable truth that I was flirt

reated were already set on the presentation table. Tristan was already in the r

ional turmoil at Hayes Fashion i