My Buttoned-Up Boss Wants To Be My Puppy

"Is this garbage really what you came up with? If you submit trash like this again next week, the entire team will lose this month's bonus, and you can all start packing."

Victor's icy gaze swept over everyone in the room. Heads immediately dropped, and no one dared to make a sound.

I sat at the far end of the conference table, keeping my head down and pretending to take notes.

In reality, both my hands were under the table, typing furiously on my phone.

I opened the chat with my online boyfriend, whom I'd saved as "K."

I sent him a photo I'd taken the night before, a shot of my legs in black lace stockings.

Then I sent two messages.

"K, my cold-blooded boss lost it again today. He chewed me out until I wanted to cry. So annoying. I want to bite someone."

He didn't keep me waiting.

A second later, Victor suddenly stopped talking. He'd been in the middle of tearing into the planning director, who looked ready to hand in his resignation.

His personal phone lit up beside him.

Maybe I was imagining things, but I could've sworn Victor froze the moment he looked at the screen.

This was the same CEO everyone knew as cold and untouchable. Yet now, the tips of his ears were turning bright red.

He hurriedly flipped his phone face down, almost dropping it in the process.

But I'd already caught a glimpse of the screen.

There was a photo of a pair of legs in black lace stockings, along with the message.

They were exactly what I'd just sent.

My brain short-circuited.

Wait. The online boyfriend who checked on me every night, obediently sent me pictures of his abs, and begged me to look at him a little longer is Victor? My boss?

The same man who chewed me out every single day?!