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𝐓 𝐖 𝐄 𝐋 𝐕 𝐄

Dakota

I sat at my desk, tapping my pen absentmindedly as I tried to focus on the files in front of me. But my gaze kept drifting over to Genevieve, who sat across the room, utterly absorbed in her paperwork. Every time I glanced her way, I felt that familiar knot of nerves twist tighter in my stomach. I'd spent the entire night preparing myself for this moment, telling myself over and over that I could do it, that I needed to do it. But now that I was here, every bit of that courage felt like it was slipping away.

Taking a deep breath, I gathered whatever shreds of bravery I had left, stood up, and walked toward her desk. With each step, my heart pounded faster, the nerves creeping up to the surface. Finally, I reached her desk, standing just close enough for her to notice my presence. Genevieve looked up from her work, her intense gaze settling on me as she raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?" she asked, her voice calm but sharp.

I swallowed, feeling my throat go dry. "I... I thought about your proposition." I managed, my voice wavering just slightly. "And... my answer is yes."

For a moment, she simply stared at me, her lips curling into a smirk that sent a shiver down my spine. "Good." she murmured, her eyes gleaming with something I couldn't quite place. "I'm glad you've decided to accept, Dakota."

I felt my cheeks flush, her piercing gaze making it impossible for me to look away. But before I let myself get too lost in that warmth, I took a steadying breath. There was still one thing I needed to say, and the weight of it hung heavy between us.

"There's... something I need to tell you first." I said, my voice quieter this time.

Genevieve leaned back in her chair, regarding me with a hint of curiosity. "What is it?" she prompted, her tone encouraging but firm.

I took a breath, willing myself to stay calm. "I... I'm intersex." I said, my words slow, each one carrying years of hidden fears and insecurities. "I was... born with a... well, I have a dick."

For a moment, there was silence, and I braced myself for whatever reaction would come next, my heart racing as I awaited her response.

Genevieve hummed, the sound soft and thoughtful, as if she were mulling over what I'd just told her. Then, without a trace of disgust or discomfort, she simply said, "That doesn't change anything for me, Dakota." Her gaze softened, and she added, "I don't see you any differently."

Relief flooded through me, a weight I hadn't realized I was carrying lifting from my shoulders. I hadn't been sure what to expect, but hearing her say those words... it was more comforting than I could have imagined.

I let out a shaky breath, offering her a nervous smile. "Thank you." I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Genevieve's smirk returned, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "I take it you're wondering how this arrangement will work?" she asked, clearly picking up on my nervous energy.

I nodded, my cheeks heating up again. "Yeah, I... I guess I am." I admitted, feeling a little sheepish.

She gave a small nod, as if considering her response. "I'll have a contract drawn up." she said, her tone cool and composed, as if discussing nothing more than a standard business matter. "You'll come to my penthouse to sign it." She paused, a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips again. "I'll send you the address later."

Hearing her say it with such calm authority sent a thrill through me, and I could only nod, my heart pounding as I processed everything that was happening.

"Okay." I managed, my voice almost a whisper.

As I stood there in front of Genevieve's desk, nerves buzzing under my skin, I cleared my throat, gathering the courage to ask a question that had been nagging at the back of my mind. I watched as she raised a brow, an expression of mild impatience crossing her face.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ventured, my voice a bit unsteady.

Genevieve sighed softly, setting down her pen and crossing her arms as she leaned back in her chair. "Make it quick, Dakota." she said, glancing at the stack of papers in front of her. "I have a lot of work to do, but I'll answer one question."

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a rush of heat in my cheeks. This was it, no turning back now. "Isn't... isn't it forbidden?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady. "I mean, if we... if I were to... sleep with you? You're my boss, after all."

Genevieve's lips quirked into a smirk, amusement sparking in her eyes as she chuckled. "Ah, Cariño." she said, the warmth of her tone both calming and electrifying. "You don't work for me yet. You're still an intern, I haven't given you an actual position here. So no, it's not forbidden."

I nodded slowly, mulling that over. There was a sense of relief in knowing that what we were exploring together didn't break any formal rules. But that relief was quickly replaced by a fresh wave of excitement, and nerves. The lines between boss and intern were already blurred, but knowing that she was willing to entertain something beyond that made my heart race.

Genevieve seemed to study me, her gaze sharp yet somehow softer than usual. "Is there anything else heavy on your mind, Dakota?" she asked, her tone surprisingly gentle.

I cleared my throat, feeling a surge of anxiety mixed with anticipation. "No, nothing... nothing else." I replied, giving her a small shake of my head. The truth was, I had a hundred questions, but I wasn't ready to ask them, not here, not now.

Genevieve nodded, clearly satisfied with my response. "Good. You can ask as many questions as you want tonight, when you come to my penthouse." she said, a subtle challenge in her tone. "But for now, get back to work."

Her gaze held mine for a moment, and I felt my heart flutter under the weight of her words. Tonight. Tonight, I'd finally have answers. And yet, the unknown thrilled me more than it scared me. I gave her a small smile, nodding in acknowledgment. "Okay." I murmured, letting the word hang between us, filled with all the unspoken curiosity and excitement I was feeling.

I turned and walked back to my desk in the corner, but the moment I sat down, I found it almost impossible to focus. My thoughts raced, bouncing from one idea to the next, each one more exhilarating, and terrifying than the last. My mind kept replaying her words, the promise of tonight and the countless possibilities that came with it.

I knew I was about to step into something entirely unfamiliar. I'd never been part of a dynamic like this; I'd only ever read about it in books or imagined it in fleeting moments. But the idea of letting Genevieve take control, of experiencing whatever she had in store, made my entire body feel alive in a way I couldn't ignore. I could feel the tension building within me, a mixture of eagerness and trepidation as I imagined what it would be like to be with her, not as her intern, but as someone she could guide, someone she could... dominate.

The minutes seemed to crawl by, each one stretching as I tried to bury myself in my work. But every few seconds, my gaze drifted back to her, catching glimpses of her focused expression, the graceful way she moved, the faint hint of a smirk that appeared now and then as she went through her paperwork. It felt surreal, knowing that tonight, I would see a different side of her, one that I was eager, and maybe a bit scared, to uncover.

A part of me wondered what she would be like in that setting, what she would expect from me, what boundaries I'd need to understand. And then, almost instinctively, I thought about what I'd need to tell her, everything about me, the parts of myself that were still new, still raw. I couldn't hide any of it, not if I wanted this to work.

But with every flicker of uncertainty, there was an equal measure of excitement. I'd spent my life being cautious, staying within safe boundaries. Maybe this was my chance to let go, to let someone else lead. And there was no one I trusted more than Genevieve, despite the intensity of her presence and the mystery surrounding her. She was daunting, yes, but I'd never felt safer than when I was around her.

Tonight, I thought, my stomach churning with a mix of anxiety and exhilaration. Tonight, I'd finally take a step beyond the edge, and I knew she would catch me if I fell.

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~ R