“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, twisting to face him. The movement brought their faces impossibly close. Her words faltered, and he seized the moment, capturing her lips in a commanding and electrifying kiss. Before she could process what was happening, he lifted her onto the counter, his hands sliding up her thighs.
“Let me see if you’ve been obedient,” he said, his voice laced with dark amusement. The skirt of her dress was already bunched at her waist, revealing beige underwear that drew a disappointed sigh from him.
“Beige?” he asked, his tone teasing yet disapproving. Vashti, snapping out of her haze, shoved at his chest, her voice trembling with both anger and disbelief.
“This is inappropriate! You’re my boss. You can’t do this,” she said, trying to climb down. But he blocked her escape, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch.
“I told you, lilac,” he said, ignoring her protests.
“Excuse me?” she shot back, laughing nervously. “Why on earth would I take orders from you about my underwear? You might be my boss, but don’t control my personal life!”
“Because I told you to,” he replied bluntly as if that alone was reason enough. His unwavering confidence made her stomach twist.
Vashti scoffed, glaring at him. “You’re delusional if you think I’ll let you dictate anything outside of work.”
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “I know you want to be dominated, Miss Phillips,” he murmured, his hands gripping her waist firmly. She could feel the strength in his hold, the undeniable attraction that made her pulse race despite her indignation.
Her breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “And I’ll dominate you the way you deserve.”
Vashti’s heart pounded as she pushed him back with all her strength. Her voice was steady but sharp. “You’re out of line, Mr. MacGyver. Don’t mistake my compliance at work for anything more.”
For a moment, he looked at her, a mixture of amusement and challenge in his eyes. Then, smirking, he stepped back, allowing her space to climb down.
“We’ll see, Miss Phillips,” he said, his tone dripping with implication. He adjusted his tie and strode out of the room, leaving Vashti alone to grapple with the whirlwind of emotions he’d stirred.
As she steadied herself, Vashti vowed to draw clear boundaries. Adonis MacGyver might be magnetic, but she wasn’t about to let him control her life—inside or outside the office.
Last updated on August 20th, 2025 at 11:21 pm
