Claiming My Apprentice

The moment she walked in for the interview, I called 'dibs.' A workplace joke that became a dangerous prophecy. She was my apprentice, a beautiful storm tearing through my meticulously controlled life. She was also completely off-limits, entangled with someone else. But the tension between us was a live wire, crackling with every shared glance and whispered secret. In the confines of my car, she showed me a pleasure I never knew existed, leaving me with a single, burning thought: she was mine to claim. But this was just the beginning, and she made it clear... now I owed her.