Under his wings

He stepped back, allowing me to dry off and wrap the towel around my body. The cool fabric was a stark contrast to the heat still radiating from my skin. We stepped out of the bathroom, and he led me back to the bed, where he had laid out a fresh set of clothes for me. I dressed quickly, feeling a strange mix of shyness and excitement. Harrison took my hand, his gaze serious as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Emma, I need you to understand something," he said, his voice firm. "What happened today with Adrianne...it changes things. You're not just my maid anymore." You're my secretary," he corrected, his tone softening. "But more than that, you're mine. Do you get that?" I nodded, the reality of his words sinking in. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and our entire dynamic had shifted. "I'm yours," I murmured, the words feeling both thrilling and terrifying on my lips. He gave me a gentle smile, standing up to his full height. "Good," he said, the possessiveness in his voice sendi