Make Me Moan Boss

Sofia's hands trembled as she sorted through the documents on Ethan's desk, trying her hardest to ignore the weight of his gaze. His eyes hadn't left her since she walked into the office that morning, and she could feel her heartbeat quicken every time he moved in his chair. His powerful presence made it hard to breathe, let alone concentrate. Like always, she tried to shake it off, but the heat kept burning her. Even with the distance between them, it felt like there was really no distance between them. He felt so close.

Ethan sank in his leather chair, his expression indecipherable. "Sofia," his voice was deep, almost a growl, cutting through the silence of the room. "Are you sure you are working on the files, or do you have a special file in your mind that you are trying to work on?"

Her hands froze on the papers, but she didn't look up. How could she? The man knew she was not herself. The man could tell how much effect he had on her. "I don't know what you mean, sir." She mumbled faintly, swallowing hard. It wasn't the best lie, but it was the only thing she could think of at that moment under his challenging gaze and intoxicating allure.

How old was she again?

25? yeah.

Her class? Below average. Ethan was like a star in the sky to a mole on Earth. Something she was not supposed to even dream of. Yet, she dared to dream.

Sofia Rogers was just a poor girl trying to make ends meet for survival. And him, Ethan B. Montereal, was like the high heaven to earth. Way beyond her league and class. He was something she was not supposed to be dreaming of. But there she was, shamelessly and helplessly drowning in him in ways she could not have imagined. Her nights were filled with nothing but dark fantasies of her strikingly hot boss. A poor, naive, 25-year-old girl, falling for her 32-year-old billionaire boss, someone who had acquired it all in life while she was still struggling to get the nothing that she had in her account. She was a perfect example of invalid dreaming. Or aiming higher than you should, because there was absolutely no common ground for her and the famous billionaire Ethan Montereal. The man was even engaged to some goddess of his social status, and that closed all the tiny chances of poor Sofia touching the star. And, hadn't she sworn never to love again?

"Don't you dare play games with me." Ethan stood, moving around his desk with slow, deliberate steps. He came to a stop beside her, the heat of his body radiating off him in waves. "Look at me," he ordered. His sweet, heavy tone always rung with authority to her, and every time, she would obey.

Sofia's pulse raced as she obeyed her master, the man that was turning her into a slave of feelings. She had spent countless nights trying to suppress the feelings that had been growing inside her for months. She had wanted so much to convince herself at first that what she felt for him was just admiration for his work ethic, nothing more. But now, as days flew by, she had to face the bittersweet truth. And whenever he stood so close to her like that, his scent filling the air around her, the truth weighed on her threefold. She wanted him not as her boss, but in a way that defied ethics and boundaries.

She turned, her eyes finally meeting his. The tension between them was electric, so thick it was almost suffocating. His dark eyes searched hers, as if daring her to deny what they both knew was happening between them.

"What if I tell you that you can live that dream in your head?" Ethan said softly, his voice taking on a gentler tone as he swept his hand on her shoulder. "You crave for your boss? You can have him. The question is, Sofia," He lifted his hand to tuck her loose hair behind her ear while she shivered under his touch. "Can you handle your boss?"