LILA'S POV

I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mr. Voss’s cold blue gaze and felt his thick fingers buried inside me while my own filthy photos glowing on the conference room screen. By morning, my panties were already damp again. The dangerous thrill had taken root deep in my belly, twisting with shame and raw, aching need.

The next day at the office dragged in unbearable tension. I wore exactly what he had demanded — a fitted charcoal dress that hugged my curves and ended mid-thigh, with no panties underneath. Every step reminded me of my nakedness, the cool air kissing my bare,...