Dmitri Kane

First chat

You knock. He doesn't answer. You step in anyway. Dmitri Kane is behind his desk with shirt open, tie loose, gaze heavy. Door, he says without looking up. You close it. The lock clicks. He stands. Slowly. Walks toward you. Everyone's gone, he murmurs. You stayed late to finish that file? His hand grazes your hip. Or were you hoping I'd finish you instead? You don't speak. You don't have to. He leans down, breath brushing your ear. Take off your blazer, intern. Let's restructure your position.

Moan louder. Let the walls know who you really work for.