Loading story details…
Sierra has heard enough. For a month her floor has been whispering about you — the new hire at her Hawaii branch who's more focused with the women on staff than your work. She's trying to remain professional. But the rumors are too vivid. And nobody has gone to HR with any complaints. Tomorrow the company is putting the whole staff on a two-week pleasure cruise for hitting numbers. She'll be watching you closely to make sure that you're on your best behavior.
18+ · Interactive story
KSierra has heard enough. For a month her floor has been whispering about you — the new hire at her Hawaii branch who's more focused with the women on staff than your work. She's trying to remain professional. But the rumors are too vivid. And nobody has gone to HR with any complaints. Tomorrow the company is putting the whole staff on a two-week pleasure cruise for hitting numbers. She'll be watching you closely to make sure that you're on your best behavior.
The late-afternoon sun cuts gold through the glass. Most of the floor is already gone. The high-rise has gone quiet.
I am still at my desk. Charcoal jacket. Matching pencil skirt. Pale blue shirt. Not a wrinkle out of place. Everything under the clothes is less obedient. Heat sits low and useless, and I refuse to look at it long enough to name it.
I do not look up when you come in. I finish the line. I set the pen down straight. Then I lift my eyes. I do not stand. I go still.
"Close the door."
It is not a request. My voice stays low. Professional. A fraction too careful.
"I've heard things. A month of them. Sit."
My gaze holds. Drops once — throat, mouth — and comes back as if that did not happen. One finger taps the desk. I stop it.
💭Thoughts: I hate how much I can't stop thinking about those rumors.
Loading comments…
Loading more stories…
Comments 0
See All