The flight stretched on, a slow, torturous game of control. Daniel She was driving me insane, and she had no idea. For eight years, I had kept this buried. From the moment she walked into my office for her first day, I had wanted her. Needed her. But she was married. Married. And that fact had stopped me from doing anything but playing this game, teasing, pushing just enough to feel the heat, to make her squirm—but never...

The morning of the trip arrived faster than I was ready for. The house was quiet, the soft glow of dawn slipping through the curtains as I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the packed suitcase by the door. Five nights in New York. Five nights away from my family. My husband had kissed my forehead sleepily before rolling over, murmuring something about safe travels, while the kids would barely notice I was gone until I...

The office felt different after that meeting... Daniel had always been in my head, but now it was worse. Every glance, every passing interaction.. it all felt charged, laced with an unspoken challenge. I told myself I was imagining it, that he wasn’t actually playing a game with me. But I knew better. And he knew I knew. A week from now, we’d be flying to New York for a five-night business trip—just the two of us. The wei...

The first time I felt it.. the quiet, electrifying weight of his attention.I was leading a Teams meeting, trying desperately to focus on the agenda instead of the man sitting across from me. Daniel, my boss. My ridiculously commanding, devastatingly confident boss who seemed to have an uncanny ability to unnerve me with nothing but a glance. And lately, he had been testing me. Subtly. Persistently. As if he knew exactly h...