Everyone knew HR was the department that played it safe. Policies, training sessions, awkward meetings about workplace behavior, Human Resources was all about rules. That’s why I never once imagined I’d find myself alone in the HR manager’s office late one evening.
It was supposed to be a quick chat. I’d stayed late to finish some reports, and Ms. Lawson, the head of HR, asked me to stop by. She was always professional, always calm, with glasses perched on her nose and a tone that made people sit straighter.
“Thanks for staying,” she said as I stepped in. “I just need to review some details before the audit.”
Her office smelled faintly of vanilla and leather. She wore a fitted dress, simple but flattering, and her hair fell over one shoulder in loose waves. She sat behind her desk, typing on her computer, then looked up at me.
“You can sit,” she said.
I sat across from her, watching as she adjusted her glasses and scanned the screen. “You’ve done good work here,” she said finally. “I notice things like that.”
My cheeks warmed. “Thank you.”
Her lips curved into a small smile. “But you should relax more. You’re too tense.”
I laughed nervously. “Comes with the job, I guess.”
She tilted her head, studying me. “Stand up a second.”
I frowned but obeyed. She came around the desk, standing close, her perfume surrounding me. “See? Shoulders tight. Back stiff.” She placed her hands lightly on my shoulders, pressing down. “Breathe.”
I did as she said, but the warmth of her hands sent a shiver down my spine. Her touch lingered, fingers sliding slightly down my arms.
“Better,” she murmured.
“Are you… giving me HR-approved stress relief?” I joked.
Her laugh was soft, low. “Something like that.”
Her eyes locked onto mine, and suddenly the room felt smaller. The rules she preached every day seemed to hang in the air between us, daring us to break them.
“Ms. Lawson…” I began.
“Call me Anna,” she said quickly, her voice husky.
The name felt intimate on my tongue. “Anna.”
She didn’t wait for me to say more. She leaned forward, kissing me firmly, her glasses slipping slightly down her nose. My heart raced as her lips moved against mine, her hands gripping the back of my neck.
I froze for a second, then kissed her back, pulling her close. She moaned softly, pressing herself against me, her professionalism gone in an instant.
“God, I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered against my lips.
“Then stop,” I murmured.
But she didn’t. She kissed me harder, pulling me toward her desk. Papers scattered as she sat on the edge, wrapping her legs around me.
“You know how dangerous this is?” she said, breathless.
“That’s what makes it hot,” I replied, making her laugh shakily.
Her dress rode up as I slid my hands along her thighs. She tugged at my shirt, desperate, pulling me closer until I was pressed firmly between her legs.
“You’re bolder than I thought,” she teased.
“Maybe you bring it out in me,” I said, kissing down her neck.
Her moan was soft but sharp, her nails digging into my back as I pushed into her. She gasped, arching against me, her head falling back. The desk creaked under us, but she clung to me, whispering my name like she couldn’t hold it in.
Every thrust made the desk rattle, pens rolling to the floor. The thrill of being in HR, of all places, only fueled the fire. The department of rules and warnings was now the setting for the dirtiest secret I’d ever keep.
Her voice grew louder, echoing off the walls as her climax overtook her. She gripped my shoulders hard, trembling in my arms. I followed soon after, groaning into her neck, every muscle tight with release.
For a moment, silence filled the office except for our heavy breathing. Papers lay scattered, her glasses crooked, her hair a wild mess.
Finally, she laughed softly, still breathless. “If anyone ever found out…”
“They won’t,” I promised, kissing her again.
We straightened our clothes, tidied the desk as best we could, though the air still smelled of sex. Before I left, she caught my wrist, pulling me back for one last kiss.
“This stays between us,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming.
“Of course,” I said.
As I walked out into the quiet hallway, I realized something: HR might be the department of rules, but tonight, it had gone completely wild.
