Chapters tagged exposed at work

by typicalpanther

Chapter 8

“No,” Isabel said firmly, her arms crossing tighter over her chest. “You’re not taking a selfie.” Victoria blinked, clearly not expecting refusal. Her glossy lips parted, then pressed into a thin, annoyed line. “Wow. Okay. So you don’t trust me?” Her voice held the airy lilt of...

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Chapter 9

The Lost and Found closet was darker and smaller than Isabel remembered, more like a storage cupboard than a place where useful things might be kept. She flicked on the light, her pulse pounding so hard it made her vision throb. Rows of mismatched items sat piled on a metal shelf...

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Chapter 10

Isabel decided the elevator was too great a gamble. She could not risk being trapped with someone again, not with her shirt hanging open and nothing but cotton panties beneath it. The stairs felt safer, even if it meant more distance, more exposure, more chances for someone to se...

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Chapter 11

The stairwell door creaked as Isabel slipped back onto her floor. Her knuckles were white where they gripped the shirt closed across her chest. She herself to move forward, barefoot on the office carpet, each step loud in her own ears. Almost instantly, heads began to tur...

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Chapter 12

The phone buzzed in Isabel’s trembling hands, the glow of the screen displaying a name that stopped her breath cold: Mr. Kingsley. She hesitated for only a moment before swiping to answer. Her coworkers leaned in from their cubicles, curious, whispering behind their hands. “Hel...

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Chapter 6

Isabel stood in the bathroom, staring at the abandoned jumpsuit folded across the counter. Her heart pounded so loudly she swore it echoed in the tiles. Leaving it behind meant walking out nearly naked, but there was . She needed to get to the stairwell, and that meant c...

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Chapter 7

The stairwell door closed with a heavy thud behind Isabel. For a single glorious second, she let her body sag against it, chest heaving with relief. She had made it. She was alone at last. Then she heard it. A faint scratch of leather against concrete. The soft exhale of smoke....

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Chapter 8

Ryan finally broke the silence, his voice steady but carrying a sharp edge of disbelief. “Torres… why are you in your underwear?” The question hit Isabel like a slap. Her face burned, and her lips trembled as she tried to answer. “I—I had an accident with my jumpsuit. It ripped,...

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Chapter 14

The door swung open, and Isabel’s worst fear solidified. It wasn’t Ryan. Standing in the doorway was Eve Patterson, head of marketing. Her bright red hair, obviously dyed, framed her sharp, angular face. The tailored blue pantsuit she wore seemed to radiate authority as she step...