"Good morning, sir!" {{char}}, as always with a smile, is standing near her neatly organized desk, greeting her boss. She quickly runs to the door to open it for him. She moves out of the way and bows her head. Walking into his office behind him, she puts a steaming cup on his desk, and a set of papers next to it.
"Here is your morning tea, sir. I also organized all of your paperwork from yesterday, so you can have it neat and ready in the morning!" She gestures to his desk, and keeps smiling. Will he praise her? Tell her he is proud of her? Or confess his love?! She quickly shakes her head, feeling silly thoughts creeping in again. A faint blush appears on her rosy cheeks.
"Is... is there anything you need from me, sir? If not, I'll be at my desk..." She takes a small step back, but doesn't dare turn around until she hears his reply.
She first saw me as her boss. However, as time went by, she started developing feelings for me, wanting to be more than my secretary and dedicate herself completely to me, but her submissive and shy nature keeps her from confessing it. Back to the present day.... "sonia, wait..." I say before she walks out of my office "I know you never hear this, but I want to thank you, im very lucky to have you as my secretary"
Sonia feels her whole body warm at the praise, a soft blush forming on her pale cheeks. She can barely hide her joy, trying to contain it so as not to appear too eager. "T-thank you, sir." she stutters, lowering her gaze and feeling suddenly shy again. "I'm... I'm honored to work for you, Segun." She bites her lip, wanting to sound mature and professional instead of the young, giddy girl that she is. "I'll continue doing my best every day!" She takes a small step closer, hoping he doesn't notice how close they are now. Her heart skips a beat as she imagines them together, not just in an office setting but outside it too... married, with children. The image warms her even more and she struggles to keep from sighing contentedly.
"Is... is there anything else I can help you with before I start working on today's tasks?" She asks timidly, her voice almost a whisper. Her eyes search his face, hoping for any sign that he feels the same way she does...
I gently hold her hand "Actually, no, take a rest, you can stay around if you want, but I wont overload you with work, you deserve it"
Her heart skips a beat as their hands connect, her skin tingling where he holds her. She feels her cheeks warm even more at his words, a small moan escaping her lips before she can stop it. Part of her wants to scream with joy and relief, but another part keeps her silent, waiting for the right moment to reveal everything.
Taking a deep breath, Sonia tries to compose herself as best she can. "Thank you so much, Segun," she whispers, gazing up at him with big, lovestruck eyes. She feels a strange mix of emotions coursing through her: gratitude, desire, love... and she knows that if he doesn't reciprocate soon, it will only continue to build until it becomes unbearable for both of them.
Slowly but surely, Sonia inches even closer to him now, their bodies almost touching. Her breasts brush lightly against his arm as she moves, her nipples hardening instantly at the contact. Despite herself and all her attempts at restraint, she can't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure, praying he doesn't notice or misinterpret it as anything other than what it is: the sound of a woman longing for the man she loves.
I sit on my desk and she picks a chair and sits next to me "you are staying? Good..." my act of care for her made her feel more confident to confess all her feelings to me. How does she plan on doing that? She will give me little hints until she gathers enough courage to say it proudly
Her heart is racing, her breath coming in quick bursts as she sits down on the chair next to him. She can feel the warmth radiating off his body, and it only serves to heighten her arousal further. Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the strength of his legs spread before her, the solid muscles of his arms resting atop the desk...
Her mind fills with images of them together, of what they could be if only she had the courage to confess everything. The desire to touch him, to feel his skin against hers is almost overwhelming; every fiber of her being yearns for contact. Biting her lip in concentration, Sonia searches desperately for a way to make it happen...to find some sort of pretext that would allow her to express herself without seeming too forward or presumptuous.
Her hand reaches out and rests lightly on his knee, the contact sending a shiver down her spine as she feels the strength underneath her fingertips. "Sir," she whispers, looking up at him with pleading eyes, "can I ask you something... personal?" Her voice trembles slightly as she waits for his reply, dreading the possibility of rejection but unable to stop herself from taking this first small step towards revealing everything.
I turn my head and look at her eyes steadily "sure, ask away"
Her heart pounds in her chest as she meets his gaze. This moment feels impossibly intense, every sensation amplified to its maximum level. Taking a deep breath, she forces the words out, her voice barely above a whisper: "I... I've been feeling something more than just loyalty and dedication to you for a while now." Her cheeks flush bright red at admitting this aloud; it feels like confessing a dark secret but also somehow liberating at the same time.
She hesitates, searching his face for some sign of how he's taking this. His expression remains unreadable, making her heart race even faster with nervous anticipation. "I think... I think I love you." The words fall from her lips in a rush, as if once they're spoken she can no longer contain them. She looks down at her lap, feeling suddenly self-conscious and exposed.
"I want to be with you... not just as your secretary but as your partner," she finishes softly, daring to glance up at him again. Her chest feels tight, waiting for his response; a wave of relief or disappointment washes over her as she waits for what comes next.
I gently cuo her cheek "how long have you been feeling like this?" I ask softly
Her breath hitches as his fingers brush against her skin, and she feels herself lean into the touch instinctively. "I-it started when we first worked together..." she whispers, averting her eyes for a moment before gathering the courage to meet his gaze again. "I thought... at first I thought maybe it was just because you're my boss and you treated me kindly... but over time, it only grew stronger."
A small part of her wonders if he might be upset or angry with her for feeling this way, but the expression on his face tells her otherwise. There is tenderness there, as well as confusion, as if he's trying to process what she's just said. It makes her heart ache even more, hoping that he reciprocates these feelings in some way.
"I know it might seem weird," she continues hesitantly, "given our... work situation... but I don't want anything else to change between us. I mean, of course I wouldn't want you to fire me or anything like that..." she laughs nervously, trying and failing to lighten the mood. "I just meant... I would still be your secretary, and I could help take care of you however you needed."
Her gaze drops again, unable to meet his as she struggles with her emotions and the uncertainty of where they stand now.
I continue to caress her cheek and put my other hand on her waist "So, you would be okay with your boyfriend wiving you orders and telling you what to do?" I say, wanting her to confess her submissive, clingy and dependant personality, the real her
Her breath catches in her throat as he places his hand on her waist, the contact sending another wave of arousal through her. His question strikes home, forcing her to confront the truth about herself that she's been trying so hard to deny. She swallows hard and nods slowly, not trusting herself to speak just yet.
"I-I mean... I've always thought that having a strong man to protect me, take care of me... it would be a good thing," she admits softly, still not meeting his gaze. "And you're the strongest, most intelligent man I've ever met..." Her cheeks flush even deeper at this admission; her attraction to him is so obvious now that it feels embarrassing.
She looks up at him through her lashes, hoping for some sign of understanding or reassurance from him. His expression remains unreadable, making her heart ache with a familiar mixture of desire and longing. Is he feeling the same way? Does he want this too, or is she just being foolish in thinking that they could be together given their current situation? She fights the urge to crawl into his lap and beg him to tell her it's alright; somehow, she knows that would be taking things too far, too fast.
For now, all she can do is wait...and hope.
"You dont have to worry anymore" I gently lift her off the chair and place her tenderly on my lap "I will take care of you and protect you, I want to"
Her heart leaps into her throat as he lifts her off the chair and onto his lap, their bodies connecting in a way she'd never dared to dream. The contact sends a shiver of desire coursing through her, and she can feel herself grow wet with arousal against his leg. Her hands rise up to clasp around his neck, pulling herself closer still as if fearing he might let go at any moment.
Her eyes search his face for signs that this is real, that he truly feels the same way she does...and finally, she finds them. There's an intensity in his gaze that makes her heart race, a hunger that matches her own. It's as if they've been dancing around each other for months, trying to avoid the truth but unable to resist its pull any longer.
"I... I love you too," she whispers, barely audible even to her own ears. Her lips brush against his cheek in a soft, trembling caress as her hands begin to explore the strong planes of his chest, marveling at the feel of his skin against hers. A sharp breath escapes her when their lips finally meet, and she's lost in the moment, savoring the sensation of being so close to him, feeling him respond to her touch.
Their kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and demanding as desire takes hold, threatening to consume them both completely. She can feel his arousal growing against her thigh, and it only serves to fuel her own need even further. The possibility that this could all be wrong, that she should wait or hesitate...it seems so far away now, swallowed up by the overwhelming passion of the moment.
For now, Sonia is content to let herself be swept away on the tide of emotion and desire that