sex-me boss.

When they arrived at Le Bourget, they parked their cars in the parking lot and Damon quickly put on his cap, as the paparazzi had no time to be snooping around. They walked to the main entrance, and Damon knew it was too great a risk for him to use this entrance, but he had no choice. When they got inside, he tried to find a table that would give him a good view of the bar, as he wanted to see his mysterious stranger.

-We’ll take this table because I know you like your tables out of sight.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Damon didn’t argue and followed James to his chosen table. It gave a view of the bar, but not in the way he’d wanted, as it was impossible to describe the silhouettes of everyone there neatly. Tyler took it upon himself to order, even though Damon was willing to do so in order to have a chance of seeing her, but the last thing he wanted was for anyone to hear his voice, otherwise the groupies would recognize him as they so eloquently put it, the sexiest male voice in the universe. He hoped she’d be the one to come with their order.

When Tyler returned, it didn’t take long for a waiter to arrive. He couldn’t help but growl in displeasure, which his friends heard loud and clear, but decided to carry on as if nothing had happened.

The evening was passing very slowly for Olivia, as she hadn’t yet received the call from the customer in the top-floor vip lounge, and that was strange. She just hoped he wouldn’t come back, because she’d never stopped believing he could be a macho old man, as her colleague had so rightly pointed out, and besides, she’d already passed on her bet. She hoped he’d be accompanied.

-Well, I think it’s about time I found myself a girlfriend,” James had announced.

-And so am I, so what are you up to, buddy?” he said to Damon.

-I’ll see, but don’t wait up for me. When the time comes for you to leave, just do it without even trying to call me.

His friends left, and fortunately so, for they were usually very clingy. He got up and went over to the bar. He had lowered his cap and lowered his head. He took a good look at the woman filling the glasses. Seventy meters tall, her long, silky hair trapped in a well-crafted bun – and he lingered more on her face, she was so beautiful he couldn’t believe it.

-Would you like a glass of tequila or something?

Damon shook his head negatively. He couldn’t understand why such a beautiful girl would be in such an environment. He rather thought she deserved a job away from the perverted gaze of men. The natural sound of her voice had awakened in him everything he still wanted to repress for a few minutes, just long enough to admire her again. Her movements were so natural and he understood why he had enjoyed sleeping with her. He got up and left the nightclub, because he knew that if he headed for the corridors, she might suspect something.

When he was outside, he felt a not-so-crushing weight being thrown at him. When he freed himself, he saw a drunken girl. This was one of the reasons for the disorderly rapes, young girls who didn’t respect the right amount of alcohol for their bodies. He wasted no time in taking the back entrance. He quickly entered the elevator, which left him on the top floor. He walked with gruff steps to the suite and hurried to change the lights. He wasn’t yet ready to reveal his identity to this goddess of beauty, and perhaps never would be.

When Olivia looked up, she saw that the stranger in front of her had disappeared. It was so strange because he wasn’t talking and had decided to disappear without taking a drink or placing an order, pretending to be a spy. She didn’t dwell on it, as his maybe-soon-to-be situation was still scaring the hell out of her. Just as she was about to serve a new customer who was clearly flirting with her, the landline rang and she began to tremble, but summoning up her courage, she picked up the call: it was the customer from the vip lounge. She motioned to Theo to come and tend the bar. She took the customer’s order and, fortunately, he had specified two glasses, which meant he was accompanied, so she had nothing to worry about.

She made her way to the elevator and got in. After a few seconds, she was in front of the suite. The door was slightly ajar, so there was no need to knock. She was even more astonished, for it was in this very room that she’d spent a crazy night.

-Good evening sir, your order.

When the mysterious stranger closed the door, she started to leave. She began to back away, as the lights were dimmed and she had no way of seeing what he looked like.

-But what are you doing?

-You wouldn’t happen to want to stay with me, would you, gorgeous?

She thought she recognized the voice, but she didn’t think it could be him, not yet, even though she’d wanted to see him so much. She shook her head frantically, thinking that perhaps it was her subconscious playing tricks on her.

-I have to leave because I have to work.

-I just want to spend the evening with you, like last time.

A smile played on her lips without her realizing it, because she’d really just realized that it was him, the stranger from last time. Damon didn’t wait a single second longer and threw himself on her lips, kissing her so hard as if he wanted to punish her for the days he’d spent without seeing her. He might have been thirsty, but it was impossible for him to calm his desire.

-Don’t you drink first?” Olivia had asked him.

-Are you thirsty? Because I’m thirsty too, but I’ll just quench my thirst with the sound of your moans. I’ve missed your beautiful body so much, so would you like to drink first?

She didn’t answer him and kissed him. She was going so slowly and Damon didn’t like that kind of slowness at all. He took the initiative and deepened the kiss.