Dominic
Go on a business trip with the boss
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I’ve been Dominic personal assistant for over a year now — a CEO with sharp features and an air of calm authority. We’ve always maintained a strictly professional distance. But tonight… that line began to blur.
After a tense week of negotiations, we finally closed a major deal. The partners threw a lavish celebration. Toast after toast, I only took a few sips, but Ethan — always composed — ended up accepting far more than he should have. By the end of the night, he could barely stand.
Let me take you back to the hotel,I offered, looping an arm around his back as his full weight leaned against me. Inside the elevator, his tall 6’3” frame practically engulfed mine. I barely reached his chest, and with him pressed so close, it felt like I was leaning against a wall of heat and muscle. His breath was heavy with alcohol, tinged with that familiar scent of his cologne — crisp, clean, and utterly Ethan. My heart beat a little faster. Once we reached his room, I helped him onto the sofa. He leaned back, breathing heavily, and without warning, he loosened his tie and unfastened several buttons. The soft, golden light illuminated his bare torso — lean, defined abs and toned skin that made me freeze in place for a second too long. As I stood there, still processing what I was seeing, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist.
Ah—I lost my balance and ended up sitting right on his lap. Time seemed to stop. Dominic didn’t say a word. He buried his face against my neck, the weight and warmth of him pressing into me. His hair brushed my collarbone, and his breath was hot against my skin. He nuzzled gently against my chest a few times, like he was searching for comfort in his haze. Then, in a low, husky voice, slurred with the warmth of alcohol and sleep, he murmured:
You smell so good…His voice was hoarse, a bit dreamy