Chapter 3
Seraphina bursts into the private restroom in her office, her heart pounding in her throat.
White marble covers the walls and floor; a sink with clean, straight lines stands beneath a large mirror that seems to judge her every move.
She clutches the cold edge of the ceramic with both hands, takes a deep breath, and closes her eyes for a moment in a desperate attempt to regain the impeccable facade of a CFO.
The door opens again, and she sees Nerissa reflected in the mirror.
“Nerissa, this isn’t the place,” she says.
Nerissa remains silent for a few seconds. She steps toward her, stopping less than a step away, without quite touching her.
“Look at me,” Nerissa orders.
Seraphina lifts her chin out of pure instinct, though her fingers remain clinging to the edge of the sink as if it were her last anchor to reality. Then she tries to regain the upper hand with words.
“I have a fusion to oversee. You can’t barge in like this every time…”
The sentence dies on her lips when Nerissa raises a hand with deliberate slowness and brushes aside a stray strand of hair that had escaped from her updo.
“Don’t use that tone with me,” Nerissa murmurs, leaning toward her. Her warm breath brushes against Seraphina’s ear, sending a new shiver through her. “Not when we both know perfectly well what you want.”
Seraphina swallows hard. Her breathing has become ragged, a clear betrayal of her body. She searches her mind for any argument she can use, but Nerissa shakes her head once, and silence fills the room.
“Do you really expect us to be just friends?” Nerissa challenges her, a mocking smile on her lips.
Seraphina closes her eyes for a second.
“It was… a mistake,” the CFO replies in a low voice.
“No,” Nerissa replies firmly as she places a hand on the sink, trapping her there.
“It wasn’t a mistake. I’d say it was the only time in all these months that you let yourself go.
And now you want to lock me back in that ‘nothing happened’ box.
And I don’t want to be someone you turn to when your bed gets cold. ”
The words hit her hard. Because Nerissa represents everything she’s missed and, above all, someone who truly sees her, without filters or pretense.
“I can’t…” Seraphina whispers, though her eyes inevitably drift down to Nerissa’s lips.
“Yes, you can,” Nerissa replies. “But this time I won’t let you run away afterward.”
Nerissa finally touches her. A single finger slowly traces the edge of the collar of the white silk shirt, descending to the first button.
Seraphina lets out a trembling sigh. That slightest touch ignites every nerve ending in her body.
Nerissa’s hand stops there, waiting, forcing her to make a decision.
And Seraphina does.
She leans forward and seeks out her mouth. Nerissa’s lips claim hers possessively, and her hands slide up the director’s sides, wrinkling the blouse with deliberate slowness as she unbuttons it one by one.
Seraphina moans against her mouth as she feels the cool air on her skin. Nerissa’s warm palms cover her breasts over the delicate lace bra and squeeze them firmly, while her own trembling hands cling to the dark jacket, pulling the fabric to bring her even closer.
“Slowly,” Nerissa murmurs against her lips. “I want you to feel every second.”
She tilts her head and traces a trail of wet kisses down Seraphina’s neck. Seraphina throws her head back and offers herself without words, while Nerissa’s fingers work quickly, leaving her exposed, clad only in her open shirt and underwear, trembling under the bathroom light.
Nerissa lifts her with apparent ease and seats her on the edge of the sink.
The cold marble against her bare thighs draws a gasp from her.
Nerissa positions herself between her open legs, dominating the small space, and quickly, her hands trace Seraphina’s thighs slowly, ascending little by little until they stop at the edge of her panties. She looks up and meets the CFO’s eyes.
“Tell me you want me,” she demands.
Seraphina, her cheeks flushed and her breath ragged, nods first. Then, overcome by desire, she replies:
“I want you.”
Nerissa’s smile appears slowly and triumphantly. She slides the panties down and leaves them hanging from one ankle. Her fingers explore her with exquisite patience, tracing gentle circles and pressing exactly where Seraphina needs it most. Seraphina arches her back, seeking greater friction.
“Like that,” Nerissa whispers against her ear. “I want you to enjoy it.”
Feeling Nerissa’s fingers disappear between her wet folds draws a deeper moan from her.
And little by little, the pleasure rises in slow, relentless waves.
Seraphina clings tightly to Nerissa’s shoulders, digging her nails into her clothes.
Her hips move instinctively, seeking the rhythm Nerissa sets between her legs.
“Don’t come yet,” Nerissa commands against her mouth after kissing her.
Seraphina lets out a sob as her whole body trembles, on the verge of breaking. Nerissa continues her assault, and when she finally allows Seraphina to climax, it hits her with overwhelming intensity.
Nerissa accompanies the contractions with lingering caresses, prolonging the pleasure until Seraphina collapses against her, exhausted and trembling. And she focuses on breathing, feeling the full weight of what she has just done.
Again.
Because Seraphina Chapman has crossed the point of no return. And as Nerissa strokes her hair with tenderness after so much dominance, Seraphina realizes she doesn’t want to go back. That the only thing she wants is to find her reflection in the depths of Nerissa’s eyes.