sex-me boss.

-Do you have someone in your life, Miss Turner?

Olivia was surprised by his question and especially by the fact that he’d gone back to being formal. She didn’t understand whether this man was bipolar or not, and if he was, she needed to get out of his office before his psychopathic side added to his bipolarity. Noticing that he had stopped, but without letting go of her hair, she realized that he was waiting for her to answer.

-No one,” she replied, adding, “except my mysterious stranger”.

-Very good,” Damon replied.

She hadn’t expected such a vague answer, but if he’d asked her that question, it would mean he wanted to know something, and she wanted to know too.

-Just ask me instead of torturing your mind like that, Olivia. I just wanted to make sure you had no excuse for missing the company party.

-oh, was all that escaped her lips.

She was already more than ten minutes with him in that room with the door closed, it could be misconstrued by the staff, maybe say she was seducing the boss for a promotion, she didn’t like that at all.

-I think I’d better get back to work.

Damon groaned at this sentence. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make any approach, but he wanted to keep her in his office, away from Martin Dubois’ eyes, since he’d seen very well how he looked at Olivia like a piece of meat.

-Before you go, Olivia, you know the company rules: relationships between colleagues are forbidden.

-Yes, sir, and don’t worry, because all I’m interested in is my work.

Maybe for her, but not for Martin, and if he ever found out anything that moved him, he’d move Olivia to another department, even if it didn’t happen. He didn’t care about that.

-And now you’re ready to go.

As she reached up and touched his head, she saw that he’d braided her hair and it was falling to the side. She liked braids, but they weren’t her strong point, as they always came loose on their own. She opened her mouth to thank him, but the smile on his lips melted her to the point where she forgot what she wanted to say.

-Go now, before your boss makes a false report about you.

-and I’ll justify it by the fact that you kept me.

-to braid your hair? -they’ll think it’s absurd. Go now.

She left the meeting room a little disappointed. She knew it wasn’t going to happen, but she’d held out some hope that this man might kiss her because she wanted to so badly, but instead he’d asked her to leave as if nothing had happened. As she closed the door behind her, she saw Stephanie leaning against the wall. She unintentionally let out a little scream, which alerted her.

-May I ask what you were doing with the boss?

-Me? I don’t think it’s my place to ask that question, but the boss’s, since he’s the one who detained me and not the other way round. And if I remember correctly, I think I arrived at the meeting late, so why else would he have kept me?

-You can lie to everyone, Olivia, but not to me, because I know Damon better than anyone, and let me tell you, if he’d really reprimanded you for being late, you’d have walked out of that room with tears in your eyes, because I know how sharp and shocking his words are. You came in with your hair down, and now you’re walking out with a braid.

Olivia huffed. If she’d known she’d run into this girl in love with the big boss on her way out of the meeting room, she’d have asked him to escort her back to his office.

-You slept with Damon in that room, didn’t you?Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

-Olivia had cried out a little too loudly.

Remembering that Damon was still in the meeting room, Stephanie put her hand over her mouth to prevent another scream from escaping because if Damon were to hear this, she’d be in very serious trouble. She finally let go and Olivia glared at her, still offended by what she’d just said.

-You can go, but I’m not finished with you.

She didn’t reply and took the elevator down the corridor. It was the worst morning since she’d joined the company, with Martin looking at her strangely and that girl who wanted her dead for a man who didn’t love her.