"Alyzs, can you grab me the Fall vision board before you head out?" Roman's deep voice echoed through the otherwise silent office corridor."Sure, Mr. Dubois,"

Alyzs called back, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she hurried to her office and grabbed the board off her desk. She had been looking forward to this moment all day—the quiet solitude after the last of her colleagues had left the penthouse offices of Dubois Fashion House. But now, she had one more task to complete for the ever-elusive CEO before she could escape to her cozy apartment.

When she returned with the board in hand, she found Roman sitting on the edge of his desk, his arms folded over his chest. The room was dimly lit, with only the glow from the city outside seeping through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The neon lights seemingly sculpted Roman's dark skin.

He looked at her with a knowing smile, his eyes piercing through the gloom.

Alyzs found Roman Dubois to be the sexiest man she's ever seen. His 6 foot 2 muscular build shows he's dedicated to fitness as much as his fashion designs and thriving design house.

A 42-year-old Harlem native, His sharp jawline is framed by a meticulously trimmed beard that mirrors the precision of his tailored suits, woven from luxurious fabrics that whisper of his high-fashion acuity. His piercing honey-hazel eyes hold the wisdom of a man who has seen the world from the heights of success and the depths of the streets. The crown of his head is adorned with jet-black coiled dreads tapered up into an urban faux hawk, lightly peppered with gray strands throughout the dreads, a stylistic choice that emphasizes the regal aura surrounding him.

Alyzs secretly fell for him a long time ago. But it's been her secret to keep."Why don't you sit for a moment, Alyzs?" he suggested, gesturing to the chair before his desk. There was a warmth in his tone that she hadn't heard before, making her feel a little less than his assistant, who was always one step behind and more like a valued colleague. She took a seat, her heart fluttering in surprise.

Without thinking, Alyzs slipped off one of her heels and rubbed her sore ankle. The day's tension had taken its toll, and the leather was starting to pinch. She looked down at her foot, noticing the arch curved under her touch. It was a small act of relief, but it was enough to make Roman's eyes darken.

He had always had a thing for feet, a secret not even his closest friends knew about. He took a deep breath, willing himself to focus on the task at hand.

"So, what do you think about the spring show?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. The silence in the room had grown thick, and she felt a sudden urge to fill it. "I've been brainstorming some ideas for the opening act. Maybe something with a lot of movement, something that captures the essence of the new collection?"

Roman nodded, his gaze never leaving her foot. "Movement is good," he murmured, his voice slightly lower than usual. "But we need something that will really wow the audience." His eyes flicked up to meet hers briefly, and she could see their hunger. It was unnerving, but she was too caught up in her thoughts to understand why. "What do you have in mind?"

The tension grew palpable as Alyzs described her ideas, her enthusiasm for the show growing with each word. She didn't realize she was still massaging her foot until Roman rolled his chair from behind his desk and sat closer to her.

"How about this," he began, leaning in, his breath warm against her skin. "We start with a single spotlight, focusing on a pair of stilettos, just like the ones you're wearing."

Alyzs's hand froze on her ankle. The way he said 'stilettos' sent a shiver down her spine. She glanced up, catching his gaze lingering on her toes. He hadn't missed a beat. She slowly wiggled them, watching his eyes follow the movement. It dawned on her that he liked her feet. The realization sent a strange thrill through her, one she couldn't quite place.

Roman's breath hitched, his eyes dark with a hunger she hadn't noticed before. "The spotlight gradually widens," he continued, his voice a low rumble, "until it reveals the woman wearing them. She's standing on a podium, dressed in a gown that matches the color of the shoes."

Her toes curled under the pressure of her touch. She watched as Roman involuntarily wet his full lips with his tongue. He talked about the stilettos almost as if he were talking about her. Alyzs cleared her throat, trying to keep the conversation professional. "That sounds dramatic, Mr. Dubois." He leaned closer, "Call me Roman," he murmured. "After all, we're just playing with ideas and collaborating, aren't we?"

Alyzs's heart raced as she uncrossed her leg, letting her foot graze against his knee. The fabric of her skirt whispered against her skin as she moved, and she watched the muscles in his thigh tighten beneath her touch. She hadn't meant to, but the contact was electric, sending a jolt of excitement through her body.

Roman's eyes snapped up to hers, his pupils dilated. He let out a low growl, something primal and hungry that made her stomach flutter. The air in the room was thick with unspoken desire, and she could feel it pulsing between them.

Her hand slid from her ankle to her knee, tracing her stocking line. The heat from his gaze was almost too much to bear, but she held it, watching his reaction. He took a sharp intake of breath; his arousal was now visible through his tailored pants. It was thrilling, knowing she had this power over him.

Roman's gaze never left her leg, his eyes traveling up to her face. He looked torn, as if fighting an internal battle. Finally, with a subtle shake of his head, he composed himself. "Alyzs," he began, his voice a little hoarse. Are you seeing anyone?" Her pulse quickened at the bold question. She hadn't expected it. "No," she replied, her voice a whisper. "I'm not."

Without hesitation, Roman reached down, gently grabbed her feet, and propped them on his lap. She felt his arousal twitch under her heel. His touch was firm yet tender as he began massaging her arch, his thumbs pressing into the taut muscles. Alyzs leaned back, reclining in the chair, letting the tension melt away as his hands worked their magic. "would you like to spend time with me, Alyzs? ... outside of work, I mean," he said in a low voice. The sensation was heavenly, and she couldn't help the small sigh that escaped her lips.

"You have beautiful feet, by the way," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers as his fingers danced up her calf. "Of course, I would like to spend some time with you, Roman," she said, a smile playing on her lips. Alyzs felt a thrill shoot through her as she watched his expression, his gaze intense and focused. She knew what she was doing, and the power it gave her was intoxicating. She slid her foot a little higher, the arch of her sole brushing against the hardened length of his arousal.

He was trying to remain composed, but his breathing had become more ragged, his control slipping.

He took a moment to regain his composure, his grip on her foot tightening slightly. "I should have said something sooner," he confessed, his voice a low rumble. "But I didn't know how you'd react." "I'm surprised you've held out for so long," she teased, a small smile playing on her lips.

Her heart racing, Alyzs decided to take a chance. She wiggled her toes, her polished toenails brushing against the fabric of his pants. The contact was deliberate, and she watched as his dick twitched in response. It was a heady feeling, knowing she had this effect on him.

Roman's eyes darkened, his control slipping further. He couldn't resist the temptation anymore. He leaned forward, his hand moving from her ankle to her knee and then up her thigh. The heat from his touch was like a brand, leaving a fire trail in its wake. He paused, looking at her for any sign of hesitation, but all he saw was desire mirrored in her eyes.

Encouraged, he moved his hand higher, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Alyzs's breath hitched, her body responding to his touch. She leaned back further in the chair, giving him better access. The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the only music in the symphony of their desire.

His fingers found the hem of her skirt, sliding it up to reveal the top of her stockings. He traced the seam with his fingertips, his eyes never leaving hers. Alyzs's skin was flushed, her eyes wide with anticipation. She knew she was playing a dangerous game but couldn't resist the thrill of it.

Roman's hand continued its ascent, his fingers grazing the softness of her skin. When he reached the top of her thigh-highs, he paused, his thumb tracing the line of her garter belt. "Do you know how much I've wanted to do this?" he whispered seductively. "Do what, Roman?" she said softly, biting her bottom lip. His voice was barely a whisper. "Touch you like this."

Alyzs's breath hitched but felt bolder than ever. "I've had my fair share of thoughts, too," she confessed, her voice a seductive purr. "Would you like to see what I do when they're about you?"

His eyes searched hers for a moment before he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I'd love to," he murmured, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was as surprising as it was passionate. "Show me, please," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Alyzs's heart raced as she took his cue, spreading her legs a bit wider, revealing the black lace thong that matched her stockings. She bent one of her legs at the knee, holding the back of her thigh and letting her hand wander down to her inner thigh. Her touch was feather-light, a silent promise of what was to come. She watched Roman's eyes follow the path of her hand, his hand moving to grip the arm of his chair, his knuckles tight with restraint.

Her fingertips danced closer to the damp fabric, teasing the edge of her thong. She could feel her arousal growing, the fabric of her underwear sticking to her skin. Roman's gaze was glued to her, his breathing becoming more erratic. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes never leaving hers as she touched herself. The anticipation was almost unbearable. The air in the room charged with the electricity of their shared desire.

Finally, Alyzs slipped her fingers under the lace, the warmth of her hand meeting the slickness of her arousal. She gasped lightly, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. Roman's eyes were dark with lust, his pupils dilated. He watched as she moved her hand in slow, deliberate circles, her hips subtly rocking with the motion. The sound of fabric moving against skin filled the room, a symphony of need that was impossible to ignore.

The tension grew with each stroke, the anticipation building to a crescendo. Alyzs's breath was coming in short gasps now, her cheeks flushed. Roman's hand tightened on her leg, his thumb moving in small, circular motions against her skin. "You are so sexy, Alyzs," he said breathlessly. Roman leaned in close and planted one slow, wet kiss on the inside of her thigh. She knew he was close to losing control. Roman's free hand moved to his zipper, his eyes never leaving hers. His zipper sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room, echoing through the space. His hand disappeared inside his pants, and she could see his hand moving, matching the rhythm of her own. he let out a line of cursed words under his breath as he watched her and stroked himself.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door that startled them.

Roman sighed, his gaze lingering on Alyzs for a moment. "What is it?" he barked towards the door. "Sorry to interrupt, sir, it's Henri."

The interruption was like a cold shower, jolting Alyzs back to reality. She composed herself quickly, standing and fixing her skirt, her heart still racing. "I'll... I'll leave you to it," she said, her voice wavering slightly.

Roman nodded, his eyes still locked on hers. "Yes, get home safely, Alyzs. He leaned so close his lips brushed her ear. "keep that engine purring, but Don't you dare come," his voice seductive and demanding. "We'll talk more tomorrow." he kissed her neck softly, and it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her throbbing core. She slipped her heels on, and they both adjusted themselves. Roman smoothed his clothes before opening the door for Henri.

Alyzs slipped past both of them, bidding goodnight without glancing back. As she walked away, Alyzs couldn't help but feel disappointed. She had been so close to crossing that line, to let go of the tension that had been building between them for months. But now, with Henri's abrupt arrival, the moment had passed. She slipped out of the office, her mind racing with thoughts of what could have been.

The elevator ride down to the lobby felt like an eternity. She replayed the exchange in her head, feeling Roman's hand in hers and the warmth of his breath against her ear. Her stomach fluttered at the thought of his words, hinting at something more.

Once outside, the cool evening air hit her like a slap in the face. She took a deep breath, trying to clear her head. She knew she had to be careful. Getting involved with her boss was risky, especially in a company as cutthroat as Dubois Fashion House. But as she walked to her apartment, the allure of the unknown was too irresistible to ignore.

That night, as Alyzs lay in bed, she couldn't shake the feeling that the dynamics of her quiet, orderly life had just shifted. The thought of facing Roman in the morning, after what had almost happened, filled her with a mix of anticipation and dread. What would tomorrow bring?