Alexa Dupri: Temptation in the Boss’s Office

When Office Hours Turn Into Something More: Alexa Dupri’s Unforgettable Night

The sound of rain against the tall glass windows echoed through the quiet building. Most of the staff had already left for the day, their desks empty and lights dimmed. But on the top floor, Alexa Dupri’s heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she walked toward the CEO’s office.

She had been asked to bring in the quarterly report — an unusual request at this hour. Mr. Carter, her boss, was known for being precise, controlled, and almost intimidating in his calm demeanor. But tonight, something about the air felt… different.

When she stepped inside, the room smelled faintly of coffee and cedarwood. The blinds were drawn, and the only light came from the warm desk lamp. Mr. Carter looked up from his papers, his deep gaze locking onto hers.

“Alexa,” he said slowly, as if tasting the sound of her name. “You stayed late.”

She placed the folder on his desk, her fingers brushing against the smooth leather surface. “You needed these numbers before morning,” she replied, her voice steady, though her heart was pounding.

He leaned back in his chair, studying her for a moment. “You’re always prepared,” he said. “But I think there’s something more on your mind tonight.”

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Alexa blinked. “More?”

He gestured to the chair across from him. “Sit.”

The way he said it wasn’t a command, but it wasn’t quite a request either. She sat, crossing her legs, trying to ignore the sudden heat in the room.

Mr. Carter closed the file, setting it aside. “You’ve been working here for nearly a year, and in that time, I’ve noticed your focus… your drive. It’s rare. But lately, there’s been something else in your eyes.”

She swallowed, unsure how to respond. “I don’t know what you mean.”

A small smile curved his lips. “I think you do.”

The silence stretched between them, charged with something neither dared to name. She could hear the rain tapping harder against the glass, the sound like a steady drumbeat.

Then he stood, moving around the desk until he was just a few feet away. “You have a way of making this office feel… less like an office,” he said quietly.

Alexa felt her pulse quicken. She had always admired his confidence, his decisiveness, but being this close to him was different. The air between them seemed to hum.

“Mr. Carter…” she began, but her voice trailed off.

“Ethan,” he corrected softly. “Call me Ethan.”

Something about hearing his first name made the space feel smaller, more intimate. He leaned one hand against the edge of the desk, his gaze never leaving hers.

“I don’t want to cross a line you’re not comfortable with,” he said, his tone low. “But if I’m wrong… tell me to stop right now.”

Her breath caught, but she didn’t speak.

He took that as his answer, moving a step closer. The faint scent of cedarwood surrounded her, and she could hear the quiet rhythm of his breathing. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary.

Her skin tingled where he touched her, and she found herself leaning slightly toward him.

“Do you know,” he murmured, “how hard it is to concentrate when you’re in the room?”

Her lips parted, but she still couldn’t find the words. Instead, her silence spoke for her.

The moment stretched — a fragile, electric pause — until finally, he stepped back.

“Tomorrow,” he said, his voice back to that calm, measured tone, “we’ll discuss the proposal for the new campaign. I think you’ll find it… exciting.”

It was a deliberate change of subject, but the look in his eyes told her this conversation wasn’t over — not by a long shot.

Alexa gathered her things, her mind a storm of thoughts. She walked to the door, pausing just long enough to glance over her shoulder.

“Goodnight… Ethan,” she said softly.

His answering smile was slow and deliberate. “Goodnight, Alexa.”

As she stepped into the hallway, she realized she wasn’t sure if she was more eager for tomorrow’s meeting… or for the unspoken possibilities that hung between them.

The rain continued to fall, but inside, Alexa felt a different kind of storm brewing — one she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to resist.