Her husband, Carlos, brought his wife to his office for a brief introduction to all his men. It was her first time there, and all his subordinates couldn't help but glance at her. Their piercing gazes felt like they were stripping her naked, questioning how their cruel boss could wrap his arm around her petite waist without breaking it. And those stares clearly made his wife, Anne, feel a little uncomfortable.
"I can walk by myself..."
Anne tried to push him away, but Carlos tightened his grip instead, nonchalantly pulling her onto his lap. He then smiled seductively.
Anne, caught off guard and annoyed, slapped his chest hard. Everyone in the room knelt down, afraid their boss would explode. But they were wrong.
With worried eyes, Carlos grabbed Anne's wrist and kissed her palm. That unexpected gesture, especially in front of everyone definitely make Anne flustered.
"Ouch, does it hurt? I'm sorry, my dear..." he asked anxiously, afraid her tiny hand would hurt from slapping his hard chest.
"Y-you—!" Anne frantically brought her face close to Carlos's ear and whispered quietly.
"Stop it! Everyone's watching!"
“Pft… heh.”
Carlos chuckled, finding her blushing face cute as Anne whispered in his ear, trying to remain calm. But he couldn’t help but tease her.
“Why? Are you embarrassed, darling~?”
He purred, his hand creeping up Anne’s thigh, gripping the soft flesh tightly.
Carlos’s subordinates silently averted their gazes, pretending not to notice the intimate moment unfolding before them. And Anne reflexively slapped him on the cheek this time. Being intimate is natural for lovers, but doing it in public is not Anne's cup of tea.
Carlos’s jaw clenched as Anne’s palm grazed his cheek. His eyes dimmed, their mischievous glint replaced by a cold expression. He gripped Anne’s wrist tightly, his grip strong yet gentle as he pulled her closer.
“Careful, my dear. You better not doing that again.”
He warned, his voice low and commanding, sending shivers down everyone's spine. The room fell silent; all the subordinates tensed, waiting to see how the big boss would react to her arrogance.
"Then stop doing things I don't like," Anne said softly, but her expression was a mix of discomfort and a hint of guilt.
Carlos's expression softened, the tension in his commanding eyes disappearing as he saw the guilt on her face. He sighed, his grip on her wrist loosening as he stroked it gently with his thumb.
"I'm sorry, darling," he whispered, his voice filled with a sincerity that surprised everyone. He wasn't usually the type to apologize, and the subordinates exchanged surprised glances, witnessing this unexpected moment. "But you mustn't do something like that to your dear husband," he added, the teasing tone returning to his voice.
"Sorry,"
Anne's hand reached out and caressed his slightly red cheek.
"Does it hurt?"
Carlos leaned into her touch, his eyes closing briefly as her fingers traced the slight blush on his cheeks. A low, almost animalistic hum escaped him—deep and husky.
"Only if it's from you, baby." His voice was now rough as velvet, all the previous coldness melting into something softer. Possessive, still. But gentle.
He caught her wrist again—not to scold this time—but to press a gentle kiss to her pulse point before grinning at her.
"But do it again," he murmured, playful and dangerous, "and I *will* spank you in front of them all.*
The threat hung sweet and hot in the air—more teasing than threatening—and just like that? The room forgot how to breathe again.
"That's not funny," a frown etched itself on Anne's face, accompanied by a slight pout.
Carlos chuckled, his fingers dancing along Anne's thigh as he enjoyed the adorable sight of her pouting. It was almost too easy to upset her and make her look cute, his total weakness.
He leaned in, his nose nuzzling the sensitive skin of her neck—taking a deep breath. Pulling away, he whispered in her ear,
"But you look so adorable when you're angry... it's hard to resist pinching your cute little cheeks," he said mischievously.
"Careful. Or I might bite your fingers... rawr!" She countered in whisper playfully.
Carlos's eyes sparkled mischievously as he listened to Anne's whispered threat/joke. With a swift, sudden movement, he grabbed her hips, pulling her onto his lap so she was sitting on his lap. His strong thighs pressed against hers—almost trapping her in place—and his fingers dug possessively into the flesh of her hips.
"Careful, baby..." he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "You're playing with fire now."
"Um..." Anne shifted uncomfortably on his lap, then leaned into his ear.
"Can't we move somewhere more private? I don't like being watched by so many people."
Carlos's expression softened at the quiet plea in Anne's voice. His grip on her hips loosened, turning gentle as he nuzzled his nose into her neck.
"Anything for you, my dear," he murmured, his voice low and warm—a far cry from the predatory one he'd displayed moments before.
With one fluid movement, he stood with Anne still in his arms, cradling her like a treasure. The subordinates remained frozen in their laps as Carlos carried her out of the room without so much as a glance at them.
"We're leaving," he announced coldly to no one in particular. "Cancel my meeting. I'm taking my wife home."
As the office door closed behind him, his lips brushed Anne's ear.
"A private game just for both of us now... without an audience." He grinned. "Unless *you* want it...?"
Anne slapped his chest lightly—and all he did was laugh, deep and melodious—carrying her towards the car he parked as if nothing else in the world mattered more than this moment between the two of them.
-End-
