I mastered invisibility long ago.
The overworked shadow propping up my boss's crumbling throne, enduring his barbs like a second skin. Years of being screamed down to nothing left me craving escape - raw, unfiltered validation that would finally make me feel seen. Alive. But admitting that vulnerability? I'd rather vanish for good.
Then he appears.
The ambitious colleague from across the boardroom divide, all restrained hunger clashing with ethics that should repel me. He represents everything dangerous - professional ruin wrapped in salvation, the one man whose gaze strips my sarcasm bare and ignites the fire I've starved. One impulsive brush of his hand in the humming shadows, and the pull drags us under. Defiant rebellion pulses between us, every stolen touch a middle finger to the corporate cage.
We collide like wreckage.
Sweat-slicked against cool glass walls, bodies locked in reckless afterglow that tastes like stolen freedom. Tangled limbs in the heat of shattered blame, anger dissolving into urgent surrender - my first, total and trembling. Dawn creeps in with laughter threading our warm, entwined haze, pretending this domestic illusion isn't built on quicksand. He's tender there, unraveling me with a gentleness that terrifies, because nothing this good survives the light.
But the stakes claw deeper with every haze-drenched night.
My hard-won stability - that fragile career scaffold, the self-respect I pieced from his cruelty's shards - all teeter under my boss's tyrannical stare. One whisper of our illicit blaze, and it crumbles. He knows my scars, feeds my buried obsession, makes me hate how badly I crave the next rule we break. Yet his own torment mirrors mine, ethics fraying against the insatiable pull.
What if this forbidden fire exposes us both before it burns clean?
A full-length virgin first time Cinderella retelling erotic romance featuring a defiant scarred assistant and her ambitious forbidden colleague.
