My heart raced as I walked towards CEO Patrik Morgan's office. My friend Mandy had inadvertently sent the file of my book to our boss, sparking his interest and putting me in a delicate situation. I feared that if it was discovered, we could lose our jobs, and there was a lot at stake.As an amateur writer playing the role of an executive secretary at Seattle's largest book publisher, this position represented a dream full of opportunities. However, I didn't feel ready to reveal the contents of my secret book. It was a different kind of romance, with an approach that intensely explored physical contact. The thought of my boss possibly reading that made me blush with every step.Standing in front of Patrik Morgan's door, I stopped, staring at the handle, trying to gather courage. The idea of grabbing my things and simply leaving, leaving everything behind, crossed my mind. However, as I bit my lip, I remembered the heavy bills from my writing course. A cold sweat ran down my forehead.

I didn't recognize my actions; desire guided the moment. He smiled, lifting my leg and keeping it pressed against his hip. His hand slid up my thighs, reaching my wet pants. With his finger, he caressed the fabric, teasing, tracing the edge of the lace, and pressing against my groin. My intimacy throbbed, craving his direct touch, but, strangely, he pulled away, gripping my neck and pressing me against the wall.“Do you feel all of this? This excitement, this need for touch, teasing, and desire for more?!” Patrik leaned close to my lips, running the tip of his tongue along my upper lip. “This is what readers desire—to feel the touches, even if only in their imagination; they want their minds to make their bodies yearn and pulse with excitement!”Then he let me go, stepping back and leaving me stunned in place.“What?” I asked, confused.“Write about this and present me with a better chapter by tomorrow after work. You will be trained by me every day until I feel you have met my expect

As we entered, Phil was waiting for us in the building's lobby, while all the employees watched our joint arrival, fueling unfounded rumors about a possible relationship due to our frequent overtime hours at the publishing house. However, I did not let these rumors affect me, as I was there with the clear goal of building my career, ignoring baseless gossip.The CEO headed straight to the meeting room without saying a word to the writer. I decided to stop in front of him.“Good morning, Mr. Phil. We apologize for the delay; we had a setback with the car.” I smiled politely, maintaining courtesy. “Could you please follow me here?”Phil responded provocatively, smiling.“So formal, Lis.” He teased. “I didn't know this side of you!”“Keep it down.” I stared at him, almost glaring. “Here, I'm Mrs. Elisabeth to you.”“Okay, okay, Miss!” He rolled his eyes and followed me. “Did he say anything about my book?”“That's not how Mr. Patrik operates.” I sighed.“And how does he operate? Any tips

“We do?” I whispered, losing myself in a moment of lust.“And how do we do...” He cupped my breasts, running his tongue down the middle, kissing them sensually. His mouth traveled down my abdomen, tracing the outline, gently kissing above my belly button, grazing the sides of my ribs, and moving his hands to my stomach in a delightful caress. It was like a massage.Reaching my waist, Patrik ran his tongue over his lips before sliding it over the fabric of my pants. I shivered at his touch, gripping the couch as I felt his kisses on my thigh. He bit boldly, with just the right pressure, highlighting his undeniable experience.“You know that longing you feel, with your heart racing, the desire for my tongue to invade?” The CEO spoke between my legs. “These are the sensations you should describe; readers long to feel this indirectly, Miss Lis.”Bringing his tongue to my entrance, he moved the pants aside, but my phone started ringing incessantly. Breathing irritably, Patrik stared at me.

I slipped through the closed door, releasing a sigh of perplexity. Why was my boss acting so strangely? What could have caused this abrupt change in his attitude towards me?“I will confront him!” I muttered, determined.“Are you aware that I can see your shadow under the door, Mrs. Elisabeth?” Patrik's voice sounded firm from the other side. “It's unpleasant to keep visitors waiting.”“You're not a visitor; you seem more like an intruder!” I retorted, feeling the stress grow, before heading to the bath.I let the water run over my body, trying to understand the inconvenient presence that had taken over the room. Years of work passed through my mind, but there were no signs of such changes. One day before, he was the same arrogant CEO yet exemplary in his work, and the next day, he became a flirt determined to drive me crazy.“And to excite...” I sighed, admitting that I had been betrayed by my own imagination. Memories of his bold touches invaded my thoughts, and, biting my lip, I re