Chapter 1: Meeting the boss
She’s naked and turned on .
The blackout heels dig into the plush carpet of his office, thighs trembling as she rolls her shoulders back, her full tits rising and falling with every ragged breath. The dim blue light from the office lamp spills over her olive skin, glossing the sweat already slick on her arms, her neck, the valley between her heavy breasts. She can feel it—*him*—watching. Waiting. The air between them thick, electric, charged with something darker than the thump of bass from downstairs, darker than the neon sign flickering outside his window.
Tyrese leans back in his chair, one elbow resting on the armrest, fingers curled around a glass of neat bourbon.
His other hand taps idly against the arm of the chair—slow, deliberate. His gaze doesn’t leave her body, not even for a second.
Brianna feels the heat of it on her skin, crawling up her spine like fingers dragging through her hair. She shifts on her bare feet, the plush carpet tickling her soles, her nipples already tight and aching for attention. She knows he sees the way her thighs press together, knows he can tell just how wet she is just from the way she’s standing there—legs slightly parted, chest out, chin up—like she’s *offering* herself up to him.
And maybe she is.