Chapter 1

My boyfriend's twisted little game forced me to commute to work without any panties on.

On the crowded subway, a complete stranger groped me, and the sickest part was that my body actually reacted.

I never imagined that when I walked into the office, that pervert would turn out to be my new boss.

The moment his burning gaze locked onto mine, I knew my life was over.

1.

My name is Raine, and I just graduated from college.

Thanks to my decent looks, I landed an assistant job at a massive corporate firm in the city.

Today was my very first day on the job, so I woke up early to do my hair and makeup.

"You look gorgeous today, baby."

Heath wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, his hands immediately wandering south.

"This skirt... damn. Who are you trying to seduce?"

I swatted his hand away with a playful pout.

"Stop it, I still need to finish my makeup!"

Instead of stopping, he pulled me closer and pressed his lips hard against mine.

"Stop, you're ruining my lipstick!"

I tried pushing him away, but he lifted me effortlessly and tossed me onto the bed.

"Baby, dressing this hot on your first day? You're clearly begging for it."

"I am not!"

My cheeks flared bright red, though my heart pounded wildly against my ribs.

"Every guy at your office is going to stare at you if you wear this. We can't have that."

Before I could react, his hand slid up my thigh and stripped off my lace panties.

Flustered and panicked, I lunged forward to grab them back, but he pinned me down.

"Heath, give them back! Seriously!"

He smirked down at me, dangling my lacy underwear between two fingers.

"You're way sexier without them, babe."

Before I could argue, he stuffed the panties deep into his jeans pocket.

"Alright, hurry up or you'll be late for your first day."

Without another word, he practically pushed me out the front door and locked it behind me!

I stomped my foot in pure frustration.

Heath had gone way too far this time.

A quick glance at my watch told me I was already running behind schedule.

Cursing Heath under my breath, I straightened my clothes and rushed out the building.

Because my pencil skirt was slightly short, every step felt painfully exposed.

I felt like every man on the street was staring directly at my bare legs.

Their gazes felt like needles poking into my skin, making me want to vanish into thin air.

Morning rush hour hit the subway station hard, and the train was packed wall-to-wall.

The crowd jostled me constantly, riding my skirt higher and higher.

I had to keep tugging the hem down in sheer panic, terrified of showing anything.