Fics like His Favorite Employee

Too late I realize that everyone else has already left. I curse and try to stuff the files back into the cabinet, but my hands are shaking too much. Stupid, stupid, stupid—I should have paid more attention to the passage of time. Now it's only me and— "Ah, there's my favorite employee!" a deep, jovial voice says behind me. "Working hard, I see." "S-sir," I stutter and force my hand to unclench from around a sheet of paper, now hopelessly creased. "I was just, I…" Now my hand is sliding over the paper, trying to make it lie flat again, and I stare at it without real comprehension. I don't even know what the rest of my body is doing: my awareness is focused entirely on the looming presence behind me—now coming closer with slow, measured steps, until he's close enough that I can feel his body heat. A large hand grabs my wrist, ceasing the jerky movements. "Don't worry about that," he murmurs into my ear and grabs my other wrist, pressing them both against the table. "I can think of a better use for your hands. What do you say?"

Fics like His Favorite Employee

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