HARRO.
As I sat in Orion's office, enveloped by the sleek, modern decor and the vibrant hum of productivity, I felt an overwhelming sense of pride and belonging wash over me. After spending a blissful week together, our connection growing even stronger with each passing day, he'd brought me to his workplace, and I was determined to savor every moment of it.
Memories of our previous encounter at this office flooded my mind - the way Orion's eyes had darted nervously around the room when his employees were around, his apprehension obvious as he'd worried about our relationship being exposed. We'd only just started dating, our connection forged through the countless hours spent together in the boardroom and business lunches, our relationship still a secret, hidden behind a veil of professionalism. But today, Orion had brought me to his office with a newfound confidence, his hand possessively on my back as he'd escorted me through the bustling corridors, a silent declaration of our love for all to see.
The gentle touch sent shivers down my spine, and I felt a thrill of excitement as Orion's warm breath danced across my ear, his whispered words sending a spark of excitement through me. "Don't you let them flirt with you," he'd whispered, his voice low and husky, igniting a thrill within me.
I'd felt a surge of desire at the knowledge that he was marking me as his territory, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that left me breathless. I held his gaze, a mix of amusement and reassurance in my smile, the air between us crackling with tension.
It was unmistakable – his employees had started connecting the dots about the nature of our relationship. The rumors of his called-off engagement, his mysterious absence for "personal reasons," and now, his brazen display of possessiveness toward me, all painted a vivid picture. Even a blind person could see that we were more than just business associates. The way we looked at each other, the sparks flying between us, was undeniable proof of our attraction.
As I followed Orion out of his office, I stood by the side, mesmerized by the effortless ease with which he navigated the second floor of his office building. His presence was commanding, drawing attention like a magnet, as he glided through the sea of cubicles and desks with a confident stride.
I watched, captivated, as he assessed his employees' work, his intense gaze sweeping across the room. He radiated authority, his broad shoulders squared, and his jaw set in a firm line. In that moment, I felt an overwhelming surge of attraction, my heart skipping a beat as I drank in the sight of him. There was something undeniably sexy about the way he carried his power, a sense of quiet confidence that was impossible to ignore.
But I didn't miss the subtle tension in his jaw, the faint clenching of his teeth, as he caught some of his employees stealing glances in my direction. It was a fleeting moment, but it spoke volumes about his possessiveness, his desire to protect me from their lustful eyes.
Eventually, Orion escorted me back into his office, turning to me with those intense, deep-set eyes that felt like a magnet pulling me in. "That took a while, are you okay?" he asked, concern etching his features, his brow furrowed in a gentle expression of care. I felt a warmth spread through my chest, appreciating the way he always checked in on me, a constant reminder of his love and devotion.
"I can handle that much standing, don't worry," I said, offering a reassuring smile. Orion's face relaxed, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled back at me.
"I have a meeting in ten," he said, his gaze locking onto mine for a brief moment, his smile faltering as his serious demeanor reasserted itself. "Will you be good by yourself?"
"I'll be fine, really," I assured him, my voice was soft and soothing. "I have work to do too." My father's gracious reduction of my workload didn't mean I was idle; I had projects to complete, ideas to draft, and I welcomed the chance to focus on my own work in this space that felt unexpectedly personal.
Orion nodded, his shoulders easing as he visibly relaxed. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my forehead in a quick, soft kiss. A rush of warmth spread through me, and I savored the gentle pressure of his lips on my skin.
"I'll be back soon," he promised, his voice low and reassuring. "Remember, my secretary is here if you need anything." The underlying tone was unmistakable – it was less about necessity and more about his desire to ensure I felt cared for. It was endearing, really.
With one last glance, Orion turned and walked out of his office, disappearing into the corridor. I settled into one of the chairs, sinking into the plush cushions. As I glanced around, I took in the surroundings – the awards on the walls, the meticulously organized bookshelf, and the lingering scent of his cologne, faintly hanging in the air like a ghostly presence. Everything spoke of him: his dedication, his ambition, his drive. The space was imbued with his personality.
I opened my laptop, and the familiar rhythm of typing helped steady my swirling thoughts. The clicks of the keyboard were a comforting melody, but my mind refused to settle. I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, a sense of emptiness beside me. It had only been a couple of minutes since Orion left, but his absence felt like an ache.
Just then, Ms. Boris, Orion's secretary, appeared at the door, a professional smile on her face. "Is there anything you need, sir?" she asked, her voice warm and bubbly. I shook my head, grateful for her attention, but I didn't want to impose on her time.
"I'm good, thanks," I replied, trying to focus on the screen in front of me. "Just catching up on some work." But my mind had other plans. It kept wandering back to Orion, imagining him in that conference room, surrounded by executives, leading discussions with confidence and poise. The thought sent a rush of butterflies through my stomach, and I felt my heart beating like crazy.
I glanced out at the discreet distance between his office and the conference room, my heart still fluttering with the revelation that I was loved by this amazing man. The knowledge sent a warm glow through me, like sunlight spreading through my veins. I should be focusing on my work, but my mind kept wandering back to Orion – the way he looked, irresistible in his tailored suit; the way he loved me, fiercely and with every fiber of his being; and the way he commanded attention, utterly, deliciously enthralling.
As I worked on my laptop, the silence of the office was punctuated only by the occasional rustle of papers or muted conversation from outside, creating a soothing background hum. I felt a sense of contentment washing over me, like a soft blanket enveloping me in warmth. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before, and I realized that this was what it meant to be in a relationship – to share in each other's lives, to support and care for each other, and to find joy in the everyday moments.
I couldn't help but think that I would have tried this whole relationship thing sooner if I'd known it could be so blissful. Being committed to one person wasn't suffocating or restrictive; it was liberating, like finding a missing piece of myself. And with Orion by my side, I knew that I could face anything, as long as we were together.