sex-me boss.

Well, as I was saying, I know we usually have parties at the end of the year, but this year I’d prefer it to be at the weekend. Who knows, we might still have the opportunity to have our end-of-year party, but my schedule will be busy and it won’t be at the company this time, but at my place.

Whispers went up and Olivia could see that the staff were astonished, but she didn’t know why, and she didn’t want this party to get out when she remembered her promise to Betty.

After a few more minutes in the room, she saw people starting to leave and figured it was certainly the end of the meeting. She hadn’t listened to anything else because she was thinking about the best way to avoid Betty until the weekend, but it was already dead. She stood up to leave the room when a voice sounded behind her.

-Miss Turner, I need to speak with you.

She huffed and began to imagine his dismissal or maybe he wanted to talk about their Friday night out but she suspected he even still remembered her since that Stephanie girl kept sticking to him like he was her shadow. She turned and saw him staring angrily at her, and it was only then that she realized the situation was far more delicate than she’d imagined.

-How do you justify your lateness?

Telling the truth to make him think she was the hardest-working girl in the world, or telling him she was just trying to take the piss out of him, neither of which was an option, otherwise she’d be sending back more complaints about disrespecting the most respected man in the world.

-Let me take care of her, Damon,” Stephanie had said.

Olivia rolled her eyes at her boss when she heard this girl call him by his first name, even though they were still at the company. She became sad, thinking that maybe she was the one who’d missed out and that the girl’s act of crying at home because the big boss wouldn’t sleep with her had finally worked.

-I don’t need your help Stephanie and please leave this room now and remember to close the door behind your back.

She glared at Olivia and left, swaying her body in anger. Olivia looked at Damon, who was also staring at her like Friday night. It was so amazing to see him change his gaze so easily, from black to full of desire, unless she was wrong.

-So why are you late?

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Damon looked at her and shook his head frantically. He couldn’t believe she’d just asked him such a question when he demanded a straight answer. He advanced towards her and grabbed her arm without gentleness, which drew a little shriek from Olivia but he didn’t care about that. He sat her down and stayed behind. She could feel his breath catching on the back of her neck, and to say she was still calm would be untrue. She swallowed hard before opening her mouth as the man’s hands gathered her hair, which she’d forgotten to pull into a bun. She didn’t know what he made of it, but just knowing he was closer to her excited her so much.

-I’m waiting,” Damon had repeated for her.

-I came in this morning and found a file on my table and thought I’d better deal with it. When Mr. Dubois came to tell me about the meeting, I was almost at the end, but I couldn’t leave it because it’s always hard to remember numbers… I had to finish it for whoever dropped it off.

-In addition to being beautiful, you’re just as intelligent, Olivia,” Damon had whispered behind her neck.

She shivered, clenching her teeth to contain herself as her heart screamed for her to ask him to kiss her, but her reason reminded her that they were at the company and he was her boss.

-You’re not going to fire me, are you?

Damon smiled without stopping what he was doing with his hair. He didn’t know why, every time he appeared in this girl’s field of vision, she always thought he was going to fire her, thinking that she only saw a monster in him and forgetting that the monster had given her pleasure more than once. Thinking this, he looked down at the bulge in his pants and shook his head.

-I terrify you that much, Miss Turner?

Olivia wanted to ask him who wouldn’t be afraid of him, but thought better of it for fear of him terrifying her for real. She was just waiting for him to release her hair so she could leave.