sex-me boss.

When Olivia returned from the bathroom, Maggie was already settled on the bed, looking as if she’d been waiting for her. She just hoped she’d save her questions for the next day, because right now, she was really getting tired.

– So tell us about Oli.

– Seriously, at this hour Maggie? It’s been a long night and I think we could all use some sleep, don’t you think? I need my sleep.

– I know that, but I don’t want to wait because I know tomorrow there’ll be news. You left when your colleague told you there was a customer in the VIP room and you never came back. It was him, wasn’t it?

She huffed and shook her head negatively. This was what it was like when you decided to have girlfriends, always wanting to know everything and pretending that she didn’t need her privacy too.

– No, it wasn’t. When I didn’t serve him, the GM asked me to go and make a drink selection in the cellar, so I was there the whole time.

Maggie seemed to believe her and was happy for her new role as the perfect liar. She didn’t even know she was that talented.NôvelDrama.Org content.

– By herself?

– Yes, all alone.

Without saying a word, Maggie got up from the bed and went to retrieve the mirror from her pocket. She handed it to Olivia, who was astonished because she couldn’t understand why she would hand her a mirror when she hadn’t asked for one.

– So, after spending nearly three hours in a cellar and all alone, you come back with hickeys on your neck. What I want to know is, since when do bottles kiss to the point of giving hickeys?

She brought the mirror up to her neck and took a good look; there were purple tints on her neck and she now had murderous urges.

– So now you’re telling me about this man who loves you to the point of marking you as his private property?

– You’re right, it was him, but that night was really the last between us, you can be sure of that, and by the way, he offered me a job.

– He did? Oh, what a thoughtful man! It’s in his company, right? You’re going to be his personal assistant. God, it already smells like sex every day in ninety positions, sweetheart.

She too wished it was in her company as Maggie thought, but no, it was in another company and one whose boss she didn’t think she liked.

– No, Maggie, it’s at another company and I wouldn’t want Betty to know because I don’t want to play matchmaker. It’s about Dixon. Aviation. he told me he knows Damon Dixon and that I’ll be received without a doubt.

– Oh, but you’re in luck, my dear, and please tell me you’ve managed to see what he looks like.

– Unfortunately, I didn’t. He insists on keeping his identity a secret. I want to sleep please, I’m very tired.

– You’re right to be tired because three hours isn’t nothing, I imagine thirty orgasms an hour, you must be really exhausted, good night my beautiful.

Although she had closed her eyes, she still couldn’t sleep, as she was still waiting for a message or a call from her mysterious stranger.