Part 1: Meeting The Hot Boss

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April 21

All characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
All acts in this story are fully consensual.

The elevator pinged, and I stepped out onto the 15th floor, clutching my coffee ☕ and trying not to spill it all over my freshly ironed shirt.

First day. New internship. Big firm.

I was doing my best to act like I belonged here—even though my heart was racing and my palms were already kind of sweaty.

The office was sleek. All glass and light. Warm tones, minimalist lines, people walking fast and typing faster. A soft hum of power thrumming through the space like it had somewhere important to be.

And right in the center of it all, in a navy blazer that fit like it had been sewn onto him, stood Blake Maddox.

I’d seen his name on the offer letter.

Team Lead: Blake Maddox.

I’d even Googled him—everyone did—but no photo had prepared me for the way he looked in person.

Mid-to-late thirties, maybe. Tall. Fit in that “trains before 7 a.m.” kind of way.

His shirt sleeves were rolled to the elbows, exposing tanned forearms that flexed slightly every time he gestured or adjusted his watch. His jawline was sharp, clean-shaven. His brown hair was styled in a way that looked effortless. Like he just woke up like that. Expensive and off-duty.

Even the way he stood—leaned slightly against the edge of the glass conference room, arms folded, talking with someone—made me pause.

And stare. 👀 For maybe too long.

“Troy?”

His voice snapped me out of it—smooth, low, and so confident it made me straighten on instinct.

He gave a small nod and stepped toward me. The other person he’d been speaking to slipped away without a word.

“Yes. Hi. I’m Troy.” I held out my hand like a normal person (I hoped), trying not to look like I was vibrating.

He shook it—warm, firm, steady.

“Blake Maddox,” he said. “Glad you made it. Wasn’t sure if you’d get lost in the lobby.”

A slight smile curved his lips. Casual. Charming. Lethal.

I laughed too quickly. “I—I almost did, actually. The receptionist pointed me to the wrong elevator bank.”

His eyes flicked over me—briefly, professionally—but I swore there was something in that glance. Amusement. A flicker of interest?

No. Probably just me being ... me.

“Well, we’re glad to have you.”

He motioned for me to walk with him, already in motion. “Come on. I’ll give you the tour.”

We walked through the open layout, and I did my best to focus on what he was saying.

This department handles digital strategy. These folks do branding. That’s the tech team.

I nodded along like I was absorbing every word. But honestly?

I was mostly focused on him. 🥵

The way his trousers fit just right. The sharp cut of his shirt across his back. The scent he carried—something subtle, clean, masculine. Faint enough to lean in without meaning to.

“You’re staring.”

“What?” I blinked, heart lurching.

“I said, you’re quiet,” Blake repeated with a knowing smirk, like he absolutely knew I hadn’t heard a word of what he just said.

“Oh.” My face flushed instantly. “Sorry, I’m just trying to take it all in.”

He turned his head slightly as we walked, his smile soft but amused. “It’s a lot, I know. First days are always a little overwhelming.”

“I guess I was just admiring...” I trailed off as the sentence died in my throat. “The office. The design. It’s really nice.”

Blake chuckled, low in his throat. “Thanks. I’ll take that as a compliment.”

My stomach flipped. “It is,” I said quickly, too eagerly.

God, does he think I meant him?

He stopped in front of a frosted glass door and turned to face me, expression leveling.

“I’ve gone through your résumé.”

My breath caught. Just a little.

He gave a slow nod of approval. “Impressive profile.”

I smiled, glancing at the floor for a half-second like a complete idiot. “Thank you.”

“We’ll be working closely,” he added. “A lot of one-on-one.”

Oh. Okay.

His tone was smooth and professional, but there was something in the way he said it—like he knew what that might do to someone.

“Oh. Great,” I said. “I mean, I’m looking forward to learning.”

He smirked, resting a hand on the door handle. “Good. Just stay focused. We’ve had interns get a little ... distracted before.”