PROLOGUE:
I knocked on the large double doors. The sound thumps like my beating heart, loud and heavy, a bounding pulse against the silence.
No answer.
My heart flutters again, palpitations echoing through my chest as my insecurities begin to take hold.
He usually acknowledges his visitors, but he’s been quiet today, leaving my mind to wander toward unimaginable consequences.
I knocked again.
Slightly louder this time.
I know he’s in his office.
“Come in,” he finally replied.
Direct and firm.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
I take a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever conversation might be waiting on the other side of these doors.
I’m hoping it’s nothing more than a simple goodbye so I can go home and get some much-needed rest.
Instead, my mind is already dreading all the other possible outcomes.
I opened Mr. Ramirez’s door, my boss and CEO of the company.
His broad stature fills the chair behind his black marble desk, a thick sheet of glass covering its surface. He doesn’t look up, continuing to write with his expensive black pen.
“Sir, um, I’m leaving,” I report, lingering near the door. “Is there anything you need before I close up the office?”
He shakes his head as he signs the final document, his full concentration fixed on the papers before him. His stylish black hair barely shifts with the quick movement.
It’s those cold, calculated blue eyes that usually send my heart into palpitations.
But he never lifts his head to look at me.
“Okay, Sir,” I reply.
I start to back away.
The chicken shit in me retreats before the rest of me can argue.
I turn slowly, reaching for the door handle. Just as I’m about to pull it closed behind me, I glance back.
And freeze.
He’s holding my red panties from the tip of that fancy black pen.
