sex-me boss.

The weekend had passed strangely quickly for Olivia and on Monday morning she’d arrived at the company early. Betty had forced her to promise that she’d help her get Damon and she’d finally given in, even if she didn’t know how. She was working on a file she’d found on her desk when she arrived and wondered when it had been filed, but the company’s business couldn’t be delayed at all because of her.

Damon had been thinking for a while about the best way to see Olivia again, not in public like last night but just the two of them. He hadn’t wanted to invite her to Le Bourget since she no longer worked there, and the only thing he’d come up with was to get her to come to his place. He organized the party for his employees every year around Christmas, and even though it wasn’t the end of the year yet, he wanted to do it even if he had to do another one at the end of the year. So he asked everyone to be in the meeting room in fifteen minutes.

Olivia’s eyes crinkled as some data escaped her when she heard the doorbell ring. She had just enough time to ask the person to come in and get on with her work. Very slowly, Martin entered her office and observed her first from the doorway, then moved to stand opposite her. She seemed overly concentrated, which gave him time to observe her magnificent breasts through the button of her blouse that had let go.

-Olivia asked without looking up.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Martin hadn’t missed a word of her lip movement when she’d said that, and to say it didn’t turn him on would be a lie. He wanted to kiss her until he was breathless and, above all, make love to her on his desk.

Receiving no response, Olivia looked up to see her boss standing in front of her. He hadn’t even realized she’d looked up. She was astonished by what he was staring at and followed the trajectory of his gaze when she realized he was staring at her chest. She let out a small cry that alerted him and quickly closed his button.

-Olivia asked, glaring at him.

-I’ve come to let you know that we’re having a meeting in ten minutes on the top floor in the meeting room, so you’d better hurry.

With these words, he stepped out of his office with Olivia and looked at the work she was doing. She couldn’t leave him halfway to this meeting because it was always impossible to remember where you left off when it came to manipulating numbers. She figured they could start without her, and that five minutes wasn’t going to get her fired.

Five minutes into the meeting room, almost all the staff were there and Damon didn’t give a damn about them, but one person wasn’t there yet and he couldn’t work out if it was because she hadn’t come to work or what. He’d been staring at the door for seconds and minutes but she hadn’t arrived and he was afraid he’d end up counting the hours.

He’d finally started his speech when a figure entered the room, uttering a barely audible apology. He wanted to be angry about her lateness but was happy to see her alive so he made no remark, which was certainly surprising other employees who might be calling it preferential treatment but it wasn’t his fault at all because every time he saw this girl, he was no longer thinking with his brain but with his limb.

-So this is the time you arrive when the meeting’s been going on for a while?

-I’m sorry, dear, I was in the middle of removing the muffin crumbs from my hair,” replied Olivia, glowering at her.

Her retort amused Damon, but as he was a man with a closed face in front of his employees, he refrained from laughing. He had the impression that these two women had met somewhere.

Author :Fayole Goumgang Wamba