sex-me boss.

When Damon felt relieved, he took out a wad of bills and placed them in the girl’s hand before walking away. The latter had certainly seen his face, but she knew what to expect if she ever attacked him.

Olivia hadn’t stopped to wonder what was keeping that man in the bathroom for a while, she was even tempted to go and see but held back so as not to get too hung up on him because, after all, he was her boss and a big man who could take care of himself.

Two minutes later, she saw him arrive and, without meaning to, her eyes lingered on the bottom of his pants. She felt jealousy welling up inside her as she realized that the bulge in his erection had disappeared. She didn’t know why, but the thought that he’d given the privilege to someone else really hurt, but she huffed so he wouldn’t notice. Damon sat up and looked at Olivia, her expression had changed and he didn’t even want to know why. The waiter brought back their dishes.

-Good appetite, Olivia.

-Thank you, sir, and to you too.

It irritated Damon so much to be so formal, but as it was her choice, he didn’t want to know why the sudden change. He began to eat, but she was playing with her cutlery as if she didn’t like the meal at all.

-I could order something else for you.

-No, it’s all right, we’re actually here on business and the time’s just passing, so I’d love to know what you want, sir.

Damon huffed. This girl was determined to make him angry. He dropped his fork and knife, then took her free hand in his. Olivia raised her head and her gaze locked with that of her boss. She felt chills run through her body, for the man’s gaze was so piercing and bewitching.

-Since you’ve been taken on, I haven’t had the chance to ask you if everything’s going well for you.

The man’s voice was so deep that she lost herself. She felt as if the world had stopped spinning, given his burning gaze and the desire shining in his eyes. It was the first time a man had looked at her like that if she didn’t want to talk about her mysterious stranger since she didn’t even know what he looked like.

-It’s all right.

Damon wanted to believe she was telling the truth, but he knew she wasn’t telling him everything because he knew Martin had certainly tried something with her and thinking about it made him angry. Olivia Turner was his and nobody else’s.

-And your boss, everything’s fine with him, you feel at ease? he doesn’t bother you?

Olivia frowned. Listening to him, she had the impression that he was desperate for her to tell him something, but she couldn’t tell him that Martin would do anything to have a night with her. It could also get her into trouble, since that kind of man knew exactly how to turn a situation in their favor.

-He’s an exemplary boss, so you can rest assured.

Damon released her hand and brought his to her cheek. Olivia unintentionally closed her eyes; she hadn’t expected him to go so far. Sure, he hadn’t tried anything, but seeing her boss caress her cheek was far from professional.

-If there’s ever anything you don’t like about the company, you should let me know, Olivia, and I’d like you to tell me about it, too, if someone’s bothering you.

-I… yes… of course and…

She stopped dead in her tracks, swallowing hard as she saw her boss’s face move towards hers. She didn’t know what he was going to do, and it all became clearer in her mind when he licked her lips with his tongue, but didn’t kiss her, and then released her. She opened her eyes wide and saw that he reacted as if he’d done nothing.

-the one bite of meat that passed your mouth left traces of sauce on your lips, and you were very nervous to notice.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

-ah! was all that came out of his mouth.

He’d tried and now his body wanted her; he couldn’t stand being at this table any longer, he wanted to feel her body against his and the only way to do that was to leave the table. It was still too early for him to take her home.

-Are you coming to dance?

-What? I mean… I….

-just one dance, Olivia, I think the orchestra plays very well and I’d like to enjoy it while you’re still here, so will you grant me the privilege of dancing with you?

She had no excuse for refusing him, so she took the hand he held out to her and he led them onto the dance floor where a few couples were exchanging dance steps.