Chapter 2
Sienna
It was Monday morning, and I hurriedly got myself ready for work.
I walked in with confidence and energy, the scent of my perfume lingering in the air as I joined the others who had also been called to resume duty.
About ten minutes later, a lady came to address us. She welcomed everyone and directed us to our respective departments. Each of us was assigned a colleague to assist us in getting familiar with our teams. For those in the same department, a single assistant was assigned to guide them both.
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I was introduced to my colleagues and shown my desk.
Settling into the chair, I whispered a silent prayer, hoping this job would bring me blessings without trouble. My eyes drifted to the glass office beside mine, the words CEO boldly engraved on the front door.
Through the clear panes, I caught sight of a grand mahogany table, the entire office pristine and polished. For a moment, I imagined myself sitting behind such a desk one day. Smiling faintly at the thought, I clicked on my computer and began my first task.
Damian
I entered the office with an air of authority, Sterling trailing closely behind me. My footsteps echoed firmly against the floor, and the employees greeted me in unison. I returned their greetings with a polite smile, though my gaze remained fixed on the door to my office.
Inside, Sterling placed my bag neatly on the desk before stepping out, allowing my secretary to step in and brief me on the day's schedule.
"Mary," I called.
"Yes, sir," she responded promptly.
"Have the new employee come to my office with their team leader. I'd like to address them personally."
"Of course, sir," she said, bowing slightly before hurrying out to carry out my orders.
The CEO's Office
Damian
"Here they are, sir," my secretary announced as the new employees walked in with their team leaders.
I rose slightly from my chair, resting my hands on the polished mahogany desk.
"Good morning, everyone," I said, my tone firm but welcoming.
"Good morning, Mr. Blackwood," they replied almost at once, their voices carrying a hint of nervousness.
"You already know why you're here," I began, my gaze sweeping across the room. "But allow me to be clear.
Today marks the beginning of your journey in this company. Each of you has been assigned to a department make the most of it. There is no room for laziness here. If you find yourself uncertain, don't sit idle. Walk up to a colleague. Speak to your team leader, who stands with you now. Seek answers, seek clarity, but never remain stagnant."
I paused, letting the weight of my words settle.
"This company thrives on discipline and agility. I expect you to be quick on your feet, precise in your duties, and respectful of the rules. Those rules have already been sent to your emails with your appointment letters. Read them. Understand them. Live by them."
My eyes narrowed slightly, my voice lowering with finality.
"Do we understand each other?"
"Yes, sir," they echoed in unison.
"Good," I said, leaning back in my chair. "That will be all. You may go."
"Thank you, sir," they murmured as they filed out of the office, leaving the room quiet once more.
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Damian
Damn.
There she was, the woman who had haunted me from the moment I laid eyes on her. The woman who unsettled every boundary I'd built, who made me question the very laws I'd set for myself when it came to love.
I watched her quietly, the way her body shifted into the chair, the subtle curve of her back, the way her lips pressed together as if she was fighting some secret thought. Every detail fed the hunger gnawing at me.
Her desk had been placed deliberately within my sight, no one questioned my decision, not even her.
They assumed I wanted to keep an eye on the new employee. But only I knew the truth: I needed her close, where I could watch, where I could indulge in the torment of wanting what I shouldn't have.
My pulse quickened as her hair fell loosely over her shoulder. My eyes trailed lower, too long, too selfishly. A dangerous urge pressed at me, one I forced back as I slammed against the keys of my computer, pretending to work. Pretending control, when all I wanted was to cross the distance and claim her.
Sienna
Oh no... oh no.
The dream returned in a violent rush the instant I saw him again. The dream of his hands on me, his mouth against my skin, his body pressing mine into oblivion. I thought I had buried it, thought I could sit here as a professional woman at her first day of work. But no, one look at him, and I was undone.
Every nerve in my body lit up. My thighs pressed together beneath the desk as heat coiled between them, shameful yet impossible to resist. My chest rose and fell, betraying me, betraying how desperately I wanted him.
I bit my lower lip, stifling the small sound that threatened to escape. My tongue lingered there, imagining his instead, imagining the taste of him, the weight of him above me.
I was supposed to be focused, supposed to be careful. Yet all I could think about was Damian Blackwood, sitting behind that glass wall, his sharp gaze burning through me.
I ached for him. Fiercely. Hopelessly. And the worst part, every inch of me wanted him.
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Sienna
It was tea break, and I had just stepped out of the ladies when I decided to grab some coffee. The moment I turned the corner, I nearly collided with Mr. Blackwood himself.
Damn. He wasn't supposed to be here. My inner goddess screamed in panic, even as the heat rushed to my cheeks. Up close, he was impossibly tall, broad-shouldered, radiating a quiet fire that made the air around him feel charged.
I swallowed hard, forcing a polite smile. "Good afternoon, sir," I managed, though inside my body betrayed me-my pulse racing, my mind imagining things it shouldn't.
I didn't wait for a reply. I slipped past him quickly, coffee in hand, before my trembling hands or wandering eyes gave me away.
Damian
There she was.
So close now, I realized just how small she was. Exactly the kind of woman who stirred something primal in me. I had been waiting by the coffee machine, knowing she would pass by at break, and fate seemed to reward my patience.
The instant we nearly touched, the urge to grab her, press her against the wall, taste the sweetness I knew she carried, flashed through me with dangerous force. But rules were rules, and control was a game I had mastered.
She greeted me softly, her voice almost trembling, before hurrying away. I let her go, though my eyes followed her until the last second.
She was exquisite. A woman crafted with maddening precision, every line and curve pulling me deeper into forbidden thoughts.
I lifted the cup of coffee to my lips, but what filled my mind was not the taste, it was the image of her tied beneath me, yielding to every dark desire I'd kept locked away.
With a slow sip, I turned and walked back toward my office, carrying the weight of temptation with every step.