Ethan was back at work, and the demands of his role consumed every single moment of the day. Olivia could see why he was such a good CEO. He drove the company forward with relentless energy, and his ability to make hard and fast decisions in a fast-paced environment was a feat to watch. He was a whirlwind of efficiency, seamlessly navigating meetings, calls, and strategy sessions. It seemed like he had a never-ending reserve of energy.
At work, Ethan treated Olivia with the utmost professionalism. He questioned her on some of her projects, pushing her to think critically and improve. He provided positive feedback when she excelled, and his praise was sincere and motivating. Olivia admired his leadership, his dedication, and his clear vision for the company. She was totally enamored with him.
And those suits he wore—tailored to perfection and molded to his body—had her in a constant dream state. Each morning, he arrived impeccably dressed, exuding confidence and command. The crisp lines of his custom suits accentuated his broad shoulders and lean physique, leaving Olivia's heart fluttering. She found herself stealing glances at him, her mind drifting to thoughts of their evenings together.
Despite the professional facade, there was an undercurrent of their personal connection that neither could ignore. Their brief, stolen moments in the office, a shared smile, or a quick touch of hands in passing were electric. Their dynamic was a delicate balance of professionalism and the simmering passion beneath the surface.
As Olivia was engrossed in her work, Ethan walked by her desk, pausing to lean over and review a document she was working on. His presence was overwhelming, the proximity sending a shiver down her spine.
"You're doing great with this," he said, his voice low and approving. "But consider this adjustment. It could streamline the process even more."
Olivia nodded, her heart racing at his closeness. "Got it. Thanks, Ethan."
He smiled a glint of something more in his eyes. "Keep up the good work, Olivia."
As he walked away, Olivia allowed herself to appreciate the view, how his suit fit perfectly, and the strength in his stride. She returned to her work with renewed focus, determined to excel not just for herself but also for the man who had captured her heart in so many ways.
Ethan found it increasingly difficult to keep things professional at work. He had a clear view of Olivia's desk from his office and often caught himself looking at her beautiful profile as she worked. The way she chewed on her pen when deep in thought stirred something within him, making his pulse quicken. She was so damn sexy.
He watched as she meticulously typed away, occasionally pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Now and then, she would cut her eyes at him, a fleeting glance that sent a rush of desire through him. Those moments reminded him of the nights they spent together, and he found himself daydreaming about all the things he wanted to do to her.
Ethan's focus wavered as he observed her, the professional facade cracking under the weight of his emotions. Her presence was a constant distraction, a tantalizing reminder of their connection. The curve of her lips, the sparkle in her eyes when she laughed, and the way her body moved with effortless grace all added to his growing distraction.
As he watched her from his office, Olivia looked up and caught his gaze. Her eyes locked with his, and for a moment, the rest of the office faded away. There was a silent understanding, a shared acknowledgment of the desire simmering between them. She smiled subtly, a hint of mischief in her eyes, and then returned to her work, leaving Ethan with a pounding heart and a mind full of longing.
He clenched his fists, trying to regain his focus. He knew he had to maintain professionalism, but Olivia made it incredibly challenging. Every interaction, every stolen glance, and every casual touch only intensified his need for her. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to keep his composure.
After returning from his morning meeting, Ethan found lunch spread out on the table by the couch in his office. Sitting next to the meal was a small bag labeled "Dessert." Curiosity piqued, he opened the bag and found a lacy pair of hot pink panties. He groaned softly, feeling a rush of excitement and amusement.
He pressed the intercom button. "Olivia, can I see you in my office, please?"
A moment later, Olivia walked in, her expression composed and professional. "You called Mr. Jameson?"
Ethan's eyes met hers, a mischievous glint in them. "Yes, please lock the door."
Olivia arched an eyebrow but did as he asked, softly clicking the lock. She faced him again, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.