sex-me boss.

Awake for hours to avoid mentioning that he hadn’t slept at all, Damon wanted to know how Olivia was doing and, above all, whether she was coping. Looking at the time on his watch, he was sure she would normally be awake, but she knew nothing about his house, let alone this part of it. Forced to go to his room to help her, he left the room where he’d spent the last few hours, and when he got to the front of his room, he saw that the door was closed, but it couldn’t be locked, so he turned the knob, and when it was open, he entered with his eyes on the bed, which was unmade without his presence on it.

He needn’t have worried, as it was impossible for her to escape from him, given that the only way to do so was via the elevator, which he had blocked the day before because he’d predicted she’d try to escape in the early hours of the morning.

Still staring at that bed on which for the first time in his life he’d made love on it, or more precisely had let a woman’s buttocks touch it, he still couldn’t believe that desire had turned him into a teenager who’d just discovered what jouissance was. He knew the only place she could be was in the bathroom and wondered what she was still doing there.

Not knowing what she was going to do after all that searching without finding her dress, Olivia stepped out of the bathroom and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw this imposing figure standing with his back to her. She began to twiddle her fingers as the moment of truth had finally arrived, yet she had found no excuse for her defense.

Damon knew she was there and he was sure he’d risk doing something regrettable when he laid eyes on her in that shirt of hers, knowing she had nothing on underneath. He didn’t want to be the first to speak, but she wasn’t about to either. Slowly, he turned and saw her torturing her fingers with her head down. He liked the dominance and fright he made people feel, but he wished she’d had a different awakening from seeing the hardest, most impassive man in the world.

Given his silence, Olivia had the impression that she was going to have a fit without delay because this silence gave reason to her conscience to believe that she was at fault yet she had no idea what she had done. She wanted to shout at him to say something, even if it meant shouting at him, but did nothing.

Damon took a few steps towards her, as she didn’t want to move at all, and when he got a little closer to her, she took a few awkward steps backwards to keep him from getting so close, but she didn’t agree with her at all. He tried to move forward again, but she backed away. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to his chest. She hiccupped in surprise and put her hands on his chest to push him away, especially as his perfume was reminding her of someone who’d spent the whole night pleasing her.

-I don’t think it’s right for you to be up, Miss Tuner.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

She squinted, not understanding why she shouldn’t be standing. She hadn’t broken her leg, and she wasn’t sick, either, to be lying on her boss’s bed.

Realizing that he’d taken it the wrong way, he had to come up with a reliable explanation that would square with what he’d just said so she wouldn’t have to rack her brains too much.

-What I mean to say is that my friend reported to me yesterday that you’d had a fainting spell and since it was too noisy on the other side, he decided to leave you in this private part of my house and I don’t need to tell you that you’re in my room.

Who are we kidding?” wondered Olivia. So this man had said that she’d felt ill, but she didn’t remember feeling any pain after their night of passion, unless his aim was to save his skin so that his boss wouldn’t give him his immediate dismissal, but one thing was still running through her mind. She couldn’t work out if he was really serious about ignoring the whole thing. Being in a shirt that belonged to her, with her pointy nipples in it, she’d had to be stripped naked after she’d felt ill and her dress had disappeared.

Her silence annoyed Damon, especially as he couldn’t imagine what she was thinking after the excuse he’d just given her.

-Can you say something? Are you still in pain?

-I could tell when I woke up that I was in your bed by the scent of the comforter, it belongs to you and it’s not debatable.

He dug around in his head to see if he’d left any clues that might lead her back to him, and he couldn’t see anything, which was perfect.