Workplace Whispers

A Short Office Erotica

It started with a rumor. A whisper by the watercooler. A stolen glance through the one-way mirror of the boss's office.

They said I was sleeping with Mr. Dillian, my infuriatingly handsome, no-nonsense boss. That I was his favorite. His secret indulgence. His personal plaything.

They were half right.

The truth? I was already his long before the rumors started. Behind closed doors, beneath his firm hands, pressed up against his desk—I belonged to him.

But now, all eyes are on us. The office is watching, waiting, speculating. And Mr. Dillian? He's never been one to let a challenge go unanswered.

How far will we take this dangerous game… and who will catch us first?