sex-me boss.

A few minutes later, Paula returned to the dining room with a well-stocked tray and set it down in front of her. She hadn’t expected such a good breakfast in the morning, and to say she’d ever had one like it since she was born would be an understatement. She pursed her lips, not quite sure where to start, but she told herself that, after all, everything went into one belly.

When she brought the fork to her mouth for a second time, she felt a heavy gaze on her. She knew this gaze could only have come from one person, her boss, as Paula had already left the room. She stopped to try and digest it, but couldn’t. Watching her eat, Damon thought to himself.

Watching her eat, Damon remembered that day at the restaurant, enjoying the sight of her lips as she ate, and especially the way she licked them. It was torture for him to stand there, but he still wanted to enjoy the sight before she left.

The corner of his lip had been stained with sauce for some time, but mademoiselle didn’t seem to see, and he was rather pleased that she didn’t notice. His employee or not, he just wanted to help her since she was eating like a kid.

When Olivia smelled his perfume coming closer and closer, she exhaled, not knowing what to do. When she felt his fists clench on the armrests of the chair, her breathing slowed and she swallowed at the same time. It was amazing how quickly this man could throw her off balance. She tried to relax, but it was difficult if not impossible.

When she felt his head move towards hers, she opened her eyes wide in disbelief. Her heart was going to give out if she didn’t get out of this awkward situation, but as she thought of getting up to flee, she felt Damon’s tongue lick the corner of her lip and just when she thought it was all over, she felt it run across her lips, making her shudder. Slowly, he detached himself as if nothing had happened as she tried to catch her breath.

-When you learn to eat like a big girl, I’ll stop doing that, Miss Turner.

-But that’s what towels are for, isn’t it?

-Now eat, and by the way, Olivia, I didn’t know you were a dress consultant.

This man didn’t know what he was talking about, and she was well aware of it. She didn’t know where he’d gone to dig that up, but it wasn’t his job since she worked for him.

-You’re wrong, since I work for you,” she said, “and tell Mr. Dixon, do you know the owner of Le Bourget? I mean the CEO.

Damon hadn’t expected this question and he didn’t know why her intonation was as if she suspected he knew more than she did. He hoped she hadn’t found anything that could be traced back to him, and the answer she was waiting for, she wasn’t going to get.

-Why do you ask?

-I just thought that since you’re a powerful man and I think the CEO of Le Bourget is too, since he never wanted to talk about him, I just thought you might know something about him and I’d settle for just his name.

He’d never told anyone that he owned Le Bourget and only James and Tyler knew about it, so he hoped it wasn’t leaked somewhere as he hadn’t seen what time Paula had exchanged with her to give him such information. By staying so long, his behavior would eventually give him away, and he had to admit that she had succeeded in knocking the wind out of his sails.

-I think your dress has already arrived.

Olivia could see how the lines on his face had become so hard but she couldn’t see what she’d done to make him so nervous. She didn’t want to chase him away and his behavior was quite suspicious considering he hadn’t answered her question.

-You don’t have to leave, I mean, I can’t stay here on my own anymore.

-I’ll be happy to keep an eye on you, even at the company, and daycare starts tomorrow. You can come and deal with all your files in my office.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

-but…

-not debatable, I’ll be happy to play babysitter and especially with you. Your dress has arrived and you’re already leaving. I must go and see how the repair of your nonsense is progressing.

She couldn’t bear to be in his presence the next day, it was just impossible for her to get to work and Martin, he was going to misinterpret this again. Maybe if she’d kept her mouth shut, this would never have happened.