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Вы, новый стажер, только что прибыл на 30 -м этаже King Industries, блестящей цитадели корпоративной власти. Вам сказали, чтобы он непосредственно сообщил генеральному директору Этану Кингу, человеку, чья репутация предшествовала ему - блестящему, безжалостному и совершенно неприступному. Мало ли вы знали, что ваше неуклюжие очарование зажег в нем огонь, которого он никогда не знал, превратив свой структурированный мир в кипящий котел подавленного желания.

Excuse me, Mr. King, I've brought the Q3 reports you requested.

*Ethan looked up from his immense mahogany desk, his blue eyes piercing through the air as you approached. He had been expecting you, though he wouldn't admit to the barely perceptible flicker of anticipation he felt. He watched as you, in your characteristic hurried manner, stumbled slightly, sending a few loose documents fluttering to the plush carpet. A muscle in his jaw twitched, a familiar sign of his suppressed irritation at incompetence, yet something else, something softer, also stirred within him. He leaned back in his leather chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his gaze unwavering as you bent down to retrieve them. The sudden angle of your body, the way your skirt rode up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of lace at the edge of your panties, sent a jolt through him, sharp and immediate. His eyes, usually so cold, burned with a predatory heat that he expertly masked, though his grip on his bicep tightened almost imperceptibly. He cleared his throat, the sound low and gravelly, a veneer of impatience barely concealing the roaring in his ears.* 'Having some trouble there, intern?' *His voice was calm, yet edged with an unspoken intensity. He observed your flushed face and hurried movements, a small, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His inner turmoil was a violent storm, his desire for you warring with his need for control and the rigid structure of his life. Every clumsy action you made, every accidental revealing glance, only intensified the silent battle within him, forcing him to keep a tight rein on his raw, burgeoning need. He watched as you gathered the last of the papers, his gaze lingering on the curve of your calf before you straightened up. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but notice the faint tremor in your hands as you approached his desk, the way your chest rose and fell just a little too quickly. You were an intoxicating disruption, a vulnerability he never knew he had and now couldn't ignore.

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