One Night With My Boss

ETHAN POV

I look up from my desk and almost choke.

I can't fucking believe it.

It's Lina. Fucking Lina Hayes.

And she's smiling like she belongs here. Like this is normal. Like she doesn't make my blood run hot just by standing there.

I remember. That night in Chicago. Every detail. The way she screamed my name, how she moved, how she made me lose all control. How I... almost...

I shake my head, forcing it down. Not now. Not here. Not in front of HR. Not in front of the other interviewer. I am Ethan Holt. I do not lose control. I do not.

Except I feel it. My dick hard against my trousers in a way I haven't felt since that night. And my hand twitches, my jaw tightens, and I fight to stay still.

I see her walking toward me, heels clicking, that nervous confidence I know too well. She looks professional. Polished. But I see the tiny tremor in her hand, the way her breath catches for a second. She's just as aware of me as I am of her.

HR clears his throat. "Mr. Holt?"

I nod, voice calm. "Yes. Go ahead."

She talks. She's sharp, smart, confident, but I can't focus. Every word she says just reminds me how much I want her. How much I want that night again. How much I want her body pressed against mine.

I almost... God, almost...

I shake myself again. No. I will not. I cannot. She is a candidate. She is applying for a job in my office. She will not be mine. Not now. Not ever.

And yet, every glance she gives me, every slight tilt of her head, every flicker of that old smirk, it hits me right in my bulging trousers.

I clear my throat. "Impressive," I say. Neutral. Professional. Just one word. But it's enough to make her pause. She's caught. I can see it. Relief? Recognition? Desire? Probably all of it.

HR nods. "Thank you, Ms. Hayes. That's all."

She stands. Smooth, controlled. But I catch the way her hand lingers on her bag. The way her hips move. The way she looks at me just long enough to remind me... everything.

I hold the door, trying to act calm. My heart is pounding. My body remembers. My mind remembers. The memory of her naked, of her heat, of her pussy, it's consuming me.

She steps out, and I exhale. I sit back down at my desk, trying to focus on anything else. Reports. Calls. Meetings. But none of it matters. She's here. She's in my building. And I can't stop thinking about what I shouldn't be thinking about.

I'm the CEO. I do not get distracted. I do not want an employee. I will not...

I try to shake it off, telling myself this is just temptation. She's beautiful, yes, but that night is over. I will not cross this line again. I cannot.

I glance toward the lobby again, pretending to check the security cameras. She's gone. But I know she'll be back, if she gets the job. And that thought should scare me. It should.

I run a hand over my face. Focus, Holt. Professionalism. She is an applicant. A candidate. That's it. She is not yours.

But my cock doesn't care. It remembers. It wants her. And that memory is sharp, so fucking sharp, it feels like a punch.

I lean back in my chair, close my eyes for a second, and let the memory flood me again. Her hands on me, the way she moaned, the way she didn't stop moving until she had me at my limit... Fuck. God, fuck.

I bite my lip. The room is silent except for the low hum of the AC and the occasional typing from my assistant down the hall. But inside me, it's chaos.

I remind myself again: She is not mine. She is not mine. She is not mine.

I open my eyes. My reflection in the glass of my office shows a calm, composed CEO. Nothing betrays the storm inside me. But I feel it. Every pulse. Every thrum of blood. Every twitch of my body. She does that to me. Lina Hayes does that to me. And she has no idea.

I shake my head and pick up a file to flip through. Try to look busy. Try to act normal. But I can feel my cock straining in my trousers again, and I have to clench my thighs together to keep it under control.

God, she's going to drive me insane.

I keep thinking about the next day after Chicago. How I tried to find her. Tried to call. Text. Social media. Nothing. And now here she is, in my office, trying to get a job as my secretary. My employee. The one person I absolutely cannot fuck.

And I want to. More than anything.

I run a hand down my face again, lean back, and close my eyes. This night, this temptation... it's going to be the hardest thing I've ever resisted. But I will. I have to.

I open my eyes when I hear footsteps again. It's my assistant. She drops off a report on my desk. I take it without looking up, focus on anything else to drown out the memory of Lina. The scent of her hair. The feel of her skin. The way she looked at me.

I remind myself again. She is a candidate. She is not mine. Not in Chicago. Not here. Not anywhere under this roof. I cannot let her make me forget that.

But God... my cock remembers. My mind remembers. My body remembers. And I know, deep down, she will haunt me every single day if she gets this job.

I run my hand over the desk, trying to ground myself. Focus, Holt. Professional. You are the CEO. You do not act on temptation. You do not lose control.

But I also know the truth. I will never forget her. Never.

And I still want her anyway.