Samantha Reed’s heels clicked rapidly across the marble floor of the top-floor executive suite. It was almost 11 PM, and the entire building was empty except for the soft glow coming from the CEO’s corner office.
She smoothed down her tight black pencil skirt and adjusted the top button of her white silk blouse. The shirt was already straining against her full breasts, the lace of her bra just visible if she moved the right way. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Mr. Damien Voss had summoned her for the third time this week.
“Miss Reed. My office. Now.”
His voice had come through the intercom, deep and clipped. No explanation. Just that commanding tone that made her stomach flutter and her panties damp.
Samantha took a steadying breath and knocked once before pushing the heavy door
