sex-me boss.

-you… your friend wouldn’t have told you where he left my dress?

Damon felt a burst of laughter coming at high speed but held back so as not to make a fool of himself in front of her. So now, after her discomfort, she couldn’t find her dress, it was really the most beautiful sight of the morning. He looked at her and saw that she was blushing. He wanted to jump on top of her and kiss her until he was breathless, but restrained himself, this was no time to be a fool.

-I don’t understand why he’d take your dress off, and my shirt looks great on you.

His compliment made her blush, it was true, but she could see quite clearly that he didn’t give a damn about her, since he knew that even if she’d been ill, he wouldn’t have needed to take off her dress, so if he had, it was because he’d simply done something other than play sick and help her.

-Excuse me Miss Turner, it can happen in some cases of discomfort especially as the temperature can also be dangerous but I thought the air conditioning in my house was well regulated, unless your body has a worry and overheats too.

And now he was hinting at innuendo and comparing her to an appliance that could overheat. She wanted him to disappear if he wasn’t going to help her, rather than destabilize her even more than she was.

-So you know where my dress is, sir?

Damon was irritated by her calling him sir. He wanted to make it clear that they weren’t in the office and that if he’d already managed to give her several orgasms, that would mean she could do without the title of sir for a while, but in the end, reality would return to the office on Monday; a sad reality.

-If I remember what my housekeeper told me, you bumped into her, the cocktail spilled on your dress and you asked for a room to clean up. She brought you here and as you were cleaning up, you collapsed, and luckily my friend was there at the time, otherwise I don’t know what would have happened.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Olivia huffed at his monologue. She wanted to remind him that she knew the whole story, since she was the one who’d lived it, but instead of feeling uncomfortable, she’d had a good time.

He was looking at her with lustful eyes and she felt herself blushing. This situation between her boss and herself was not normal and she had to get away at all costs. She had to get out of here before she did something stupid. Damon, too, was absorbed in blushing.

-Well, I think you can have a bath and keep the shirt on until a dress arrives for you.

-In… I… here? I mean…

-yes Miss Turner, in my bathroom, unless something prevents you from doing so. Are you afraid of anything? I don’t think she’s a stranger to you anymore, so you’ll do fine. I’m going to see what level your dress is at and take your time.

Just after these words, he left the room and she gasped. This stranger had simply run off, leaving her in this awkward situation with her boss. She intended to talk to him about it the next time she saw him, because to say she’d enjoyed it would be a big lie.

He’d asked her to take all the time she needed, so she was going to make the most of it. She went into the bathroom and turned on the water. She was in no hurry at all, so she got into the tub and put on her headphones while her favorite artist sang. She wasn’t at home, but it wasn’t every day you got to enjoy your boss’s bathtub.

The warm water on her skin felt so good that she wanted to experiment with a new position with her mysterious stranger, making love in the tub with warm water since they’d already made love in the cold shower. It was certainly going to be better.

Damon was in the first-floor hall sipping his cup of coffee while thinking about Olivia. He imagined her naked in the shower and it made his desire, which he’d made superhuman efforts to calm when he’d seen her in her shirt and especially without a bra, reawaken. He shook his head frantically, trying to think of something else, when he saw his housekeeper arrive.

-Everything’s fine, Paula, but what’s the delivery boy been doing all this time, so he can’t be here with the lady’s dress?

-He said he was on his way, sir, but that’s not why I’m here, there’s a problem in the house.

Damon looked at her, arching an eyebrow. A problem in his house, he didn’t see why there would be a problem and if it was serious, she wouldn’t be here waiting for him to figure it out on his own.

-What’s going on, Paula?

-There’s a leak in the house.

Damon looked at her and a guttural laugh escaped from his throat. He knew he shouldn’t be laughing like that, given that this woman was more than his mother’s age, but to say there was a leak in his house, when he’d checked the building materials himself to know they were the right ones, was perhaps a joke she was playing on him.

-I don’t think it’s true, Paula, but are you sure everything’s all right?

-I may be a bit old but I’m not stupid, so if I tell you there was a leak in this house, it’s simply because there’s a Damon leak and you should come and see.

He followed her and when he reached the corridor, he saw that the water had covered the wooden floor. It wasn’t the rainy season at all and he had no idea where the water could have come from. He thought for a moment and raised his head when he realized something. This corridor was below his personal bathroom.