The next few days felt like a flash montage, the days coming and going so fast, we barely had time to stop and eat. With what little time we had to rest, Richmond used that time to call the company back home and check in with how their end of the preparations were going. I wasn't even sure the man slept most of the time. Of course I was just as busy, running around paris, making arrangements, scheduling meetings, attending those same meetings and most of all making sure Richmond didn't fall flat on his ass from exhaustion.As busy and tiring our days seemed to be, I atleast made time to have a small meal here and there and take showers and rest but, I was concerned, Richmond didn't have that luxury, or more so that he wasn't giving himself the luxury to do so. On the fifth day of our stay in Paris was when I put my foot down. We had a dinner party to attend that night at the estate of one of our clients and Richmond was gittery about it but that was normal, what wasn't normal, was h

"Who was that guy?" I asked as soon as we got into our suite. Richmond dragged his feet over to the bar in the far right corner of the living space. He took a crystal jug of amber liquid and opened it, forgoing the cup and just taking a large gulp out of it. I cringed, setting down the bag of leftovers on the coffee table. I moved to stand next to him at the bar. "You shouldn't be drinking like that." I told him but made no move to reach out and grab the jug. I wasnt that stupid, the man was twice my size and could easily grab and twist my arm. I wouldn't put it passed him either, seeing his mood. He took another large sip, his eyes closing at the burn of the alcohol on his tongue and throat. "You probably enjoy seeing me like this, don't you?"I frowned. "Like what?" "This." He gestured to himself. He had taken his jacket and tie off, and rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up. He looked hot, but I knew he wouldn't want to hear that. "I don't know what you mean sir." He c

My head was pounding with the force of an unforgiving hangover. My hands wrung together in my lap as my heart pounded roughly in my chest. The bathroom was thick with the fog from my shower. I sat on the edge of the counter with my back to the mirror as the veins in my forehead throbbed with the severity of the headache. I'd slept with Clark Richmond. I'd slept with my boss. My fucking boss and it was the best sex I'd had in a long time. No, scratch that, it the was the best sex period. After the sex, we'd both been sated and a little too drunk to think of going back to our rooms. I wish I could've said I'd hightailed it out of his room as soon as I'd regained a semblance of consciousness, but that wasn't what happened at all. Sometime during the night, we'd both stirred from sleep.I'd found myself staring silently at a sleep dazed Clark, my groin swelling as the seconds tucked by. Then he was on top of me, gazing down at me with furrowed brows, as if just the site of me confused