Millicent
Two weeks into the job, and my plan to maintain professional distance was failing spectacularly. Abel had started this new torture where he "accidentally" touched me at every opportunity, and I was about ready to climb him like a tree.
This morning was particularly bad. I'd just settled at my desk when the private elevator dinged, and Abel emerged wearing something different. New cologne. The scent hit me like a physical force - darker than his usual, spicier, and it made my mouth water and my thighs clench.
"Good morning, Millicent." His voice rolled over me like whiskey, and I swear he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Morning, Mr. Cielo." I forced myself to look at my computer screen instead of at him, because if I looked at him I'd do something stupid. Like lick him. "Your
