Lena’s POV

I never thought I would still be here at nine-thirty on a Thursday night, but here I was, bent over the filing cabinet with my skirt riding dangerously high up my thighs. Not like it meant anything, the office had gone quiet hours ago.

Most people had left for dinner or their comfortable beds, while I remained behind trying to prove I could handle the workload. Great old ambitious Lena, always staying late, always chasing that promotion.

Tonight that ambition felt like a trap I had walked into willingly.

My legs ached from standing in these heels all day. I shifted my weight and reached deeper into the...