Two hours later, I'm walking into suite 220 with the keys he gave me a few nights ago. I find him sitting on the sofa, intently watching the laptop on the coffee table. The man never stops working!When he sees me, he stands up, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He's taken off his suit and his hair is messy, as if his fingers have run through it." Hi… " I say shyly. He doesn't answer, he just stares at me with narrowed eyes. I don't like the feeling that comes over me. It's as if I've done something wrong. I was just working! "- I'm going to take a shower if you don't mind. " I don't wait for an answer, I head for the bedroom and then the bathroom. A shower is all I need at the moment. I'm exhausted! My legs ache, and my head is heavy. All I wanted was a bed! I'm about to finish my shower when Brandon enters the bathroom. He watches me for a few seconds and then begins to undress slowly. Soon he's behind me, under the shower, and starts massaging my shoulders. I sigh with pleasur
" Son of a bitch! " he mumbles through his teeth. " You didn't go after him, you didn't take the law into your hands? " What could I do? Apart from investing my savings, everything was in my name. " I notice his negative nod and I cringe. " Yes, I know! I was very innocent! It was a lesson.Brandon lets out a breath." Yes, you were very innocent. But I can help you find this man if you like. Make him pay his share of the debt…" No!" I reply quickly. " Please! I don't ever want to see that man again! Seeing him again will remind me of how stupid I was for trusting him! " Well, just think about it. Now…" I begin slowly, as if testing the ground. " I would rather not see you serving anyone anymore! I don't want you to have to do odd jobs when I can look after you! Immediately, I clam up. I know what he means… " Brandon, please! No! You know what I…" Calm down. " He holds me between his arms as I try to get up. " Just listen to me, okay?After a few breaths, I nod and he continues
" You could cook in my apartment.My eyes widened again. Is he inviting me to his place? A nervous smile plays on my lips again." Are you sure?" Yes, I'm sure. There's a giant kitchen there. I think you'll love it." And… there's no danger of anyone seeing me?" We'll use the private elevator. No one will see you. " Okay… " I agree shyly."- I'll see you in the evening. Outside, I pause for a moment. Then I notice that the secretary is staring at me. I smile awkwardly and nod." He's quite intimidating, isn't he?The other smiles sympathetically." You have no idea. BrandonNo. I hadn't intended to invite Sofia to my apartment. But the distraught look on her face when she found out she couldn't cook for me… That disarmed me. I discovered that there's nothing I won't do for this woman. If she'd let me, I'd treat her like the queen she deserves to be. I frown. Where did it all come from? I've never felt this way about another woman before. My protective instinct has never been so s
I also chose a wine that matched the menu. The meal took place in a pleasant atmosphere. I had forgotten what it was like to share dinner with someone special. After dinner, I make a point of doing all the dishes. He retorts that the maid can do it in the morning, but I insist, and then he rolls up his sleeves and comes to help me. " Tell me a bit about your family, your childhood. " Now we're settled on the giant sofa, wine glasses restored in our hands. Brandon sits on the edge and I stand in front of him. My shoes are off, and my knees are bent over my body.I smile. I like the question. It's a sign that he wants to get to know me better. " I grew up in a tiny country town. I was an only child. So my parents did everything they could to make sure I studied and had a good career. My mother owns a small restaurant and my father a homeward store. You can find everything there. From a screw to a lawnmower. I always helped my mother in the restaurant, and that's where my desire to o
Brandon turns his head sideways and scratches his beard, his eyes enjoying my show, as I crawl onto the bed, until I reach the headboard, where I settle down, rubbing my legs in a sensual way:" You're right. It is very comfortable. He stops beneath the furniture and begins to slowly unbutton his shirt, while his eyes devour me, full of lust:" Yes, it's very comfortable. And it looks even more like you in it. " As soon as he gets rid of his shirt, he bends down and grabs my legs, pulling them apart, making me lie sprawled in front of him and cry out in surprise. Then he's hovering over my body and says softly. " Let's see what we can do on top of her…SofiaThe night at his apartment was incredible. But the next few dates weren't there. We went back to suite 220. Which isn't exactly a bad thing, I like the place. It's become special to me. It's just that I have to admit I found the situation strange. I'm beginning to imagine that inviting me to your house was an impulse. But I didn'
" You mean that? " he brings it to his nose, absorbing its fragrance. My scent. And then he puts it back in his pocket. " It's going to stay with me. My souvenir from this afternoon… " he smiles mischievously and continues on his way. Concentrating on work for the rest of the afternoon is proving very difficult. All the more so because… well, I feel vulnerable, still aroused by what we did earlier and the fact that I'm not wearing any panties. That's certainly not a habit I have. I confess that this boldness makes me feel sexy. Occasionally, I get distracted, and my eyes automatically search for his. It's incredible, but Brandon seems to sense it when I stare at him because, almost instantly, his gaze meets mine. Complicit, full of promises… I'm always the one who breaks this contact, for fear that we'll be caught. The whole thing is becoming very flammable. I'm standing next to the huge, dreaded printer, waiting for some documents, when Owen Taylor, the company's marketing directo
SofiaLaura, perceptive as she is, notices my nervousness and approaches me, touching my shoulder:" Are you all right? " she says quietly so that only I can hear her. I force a smile and shake my head vehemently, trying my best not to cry." I'm fine. " The man gave you a scolding, didn't he? " I deduce, knowing that I've come from the boss's office. " Don't be so upset," she consoles me, rubbing my shoulder. " That time comes for all of us here. I just shake my head, disconsolately, praying that she'll go away before I burst into tears. " I'll be fine. " Yes, you will. If you need anything, just call me, okay?" Okay. " I mumble and thank the heavens for being left alone. I know she's trying to help me, but I need to recover from the shock.The phone vibrates frantically on my desk. I know it's him. I silence the device, shove it in the drawer and focus on my work, despite what I feel inside. I'm heartbroken. Shocked. Wounded. So that's what he thinks of me… I feel ridiculous,
I abandon the apple I couldn't even taste in the trash can and lower my head when another realization hits me. I'll have to look for a new job. " Shit. " I stammer and throw myself on the sofa, sulking. I like that job, and it pays very well. However, it will be impossible to stay in the same environment as Brandon Reeves. Firstly, because I'll feel worse and worse, knowing what I've done and why he thinks I did it. I wanted him. I really did. Likewise, I still want him, I have to admit. I shrink away. He moves me… And in the days that followed, while we were together, the physical attraction gave way to something stronger, which I'm afraid to name. I admire the man he is… well, I did. Bloody hell. My sexual side came out with him. I didn't even think I liked sex, but Brandon showed me that I was just the wrong guy. I'm really going to miss our nights in suite 220… I startle when I hear the doorbell. I widen my eyes and think: it can't be. My heart seems to be beating out of my mou