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Authors: Emma M. Green
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minutes late. Ouch. Fifteen minutes might cut it, but not twenty-five…
I guess being the fiancée of Vadim King – the extraordinary, billionaire CEO – opens doors. And closes mouths. Alistair doesn’t complain about my tardiness; quite the opposite. He even speeds up the update, which is usually endless, complicated and terribly boring. My outfit – white top with shoulder pads, short skirt in coral shades, with matching Spartan sandals – gets his approval. And even a few compliments. Coming from a dandy like Lloyd, that is quite a feat!
Around noon, my King makes an appearance in my office, delightfully appetizing in his dark black designer suit. Our eyes meet and instantly a smile shows up on our two faces. Images of his marriage proposal come to mind and a little part of my heart melts.
"I’m just dropping in quickly – the production team is waiting for me," my dark hunk explains in his sexy voice as he comes closer to me.
"Barely engaged and already in such a hurry to leave me…" I sigh dramatically.
"Barely engaged and already temperamental…" he gripes, leaning towards me, placing his hands on the armrests of my swivel chair.
I’m completely surrounded. His muscular arms, his giant chest, his beaming face, his intoxicating scent: I can’t escape. My eyes are lost in his, his smile widens and overflows with sassiness.
"Believe me, Alma, if I had five free minutes, I would definitely make the most of them. By doing absolutely everything I want with you," he whispers in my ear.
His burning lips press against my half-open mouth and stifle the words of protest I was about to throw at him – just for fun. His warm tongue wraps itself around mine, his hands grip my waist and lift me to a standing position. I let myself be pushed up against the plate-glass window, knocking over a plant and a vase as we go, delighting in each second of the torrid kiss.
The cold glass stings my back, making me shriek, which produces an amused groan from my torturer. Then our embrace resumes, ever wilder, ever more dangerous. Chills run through me and a ball of fire grows in my loins. Suddenly Vadim decides to put an end to this heavenly torture. He interrupts our kiss gently, then pulls himself away from me, taking a few steps back.
"Damn meeting… I’m going to have a hard time concentrating. And I guess you’re proud of yourself?" he says, straightening his tie.
His sulky smile finishes me off. For a minute, I’m tempted to cuddle up in his arms, but when he runs his hands through his messy hair, the temptress slumbering in me wakes and the little game starts over again.
After all, he’s the one who started it…
"I’m just a little employee at your service, Mr. King. Your wish is my command," I say lustfully, wiggling before his eyes, to get him excited.
It works. Vadim gives me his metallic gaze, he looks me over quickly from head to toe, bites his lip, then does an about-face and walks away in his most manly stride, saying:
"Nothing in life is free, Alma. And I'm planning on proving that to you tonight…"
Little Clovis has his father’s caramel-colored skin and his mother’s blue eyes. Even though I’ve seen him something like ten times since he was born, I still can't believe my best friend is a new mom; and that she gave life to this little marvel, a perfect mixture of origins, colors, hope and love.
"Did you know Alexandre Dumas was mulatto?" Clémentine asks me, picking up her son. "Most people don’t know that, as if whitening him made him a better writer…"
"Clem, today most people don’t even know who Alexandre Dumas is," Clarence answers, handing me a cup of coffee. "Stop thinking about that, Clovis is only two weeks old…"
"I’m afraid they’ll give him a hard time at school," she mumbles, kissing her newborn. "Discrimination, and all that…"
"You should have thought of that before sleeping with Will Smith," her man jokes.
"Everyone gets kidded about something at school," I
I guess being the fiancée of Vadim King – the extraordinary, billionaire CEO – opens doors. And closes mouths. Alistair doesn’t complain about my tardiness; quite the opposite. He even speeds up the update, which is usually endless, complicated and terribly boring. My outfit – white top with shoulder pads, short skirt in coral shades, with matching Spartan sandals – gets his approval. And even a few compliments. Coming from a dandy like Lloyd, that is quite a feat!
Around noon, my King makes an appearance in my office, delightfully appetizing in his dark black designer suit. Our eyes meet and instantly a smile shows up on our two faces. Images of his marriage proposal come to mind and a little part of my heart melts.
"I’m just dropping in quickly – the production team is waiting for me," my dark hunk explains in his sexy voice as he comes closer to me.
"Barely engaged and already in such a hurry to leave me…" I sigh dramatically.
"Barely engaged and already temperamental…" he gripes, leaning towards me, placing his hands on the armrests of my swivel chair.
I’m completely surrounded. His muscular arms, his giant chest, his beaming face, his intoxicating scent: I can’t escape. My eyes are lost in his, his smile widens and overflows with sassiness.
"Believe me, Alma, if I had five free minutes, I would definitely make the most of them. By doing absolutely everything I want with you," he whispers in my ear.
His burning lips press against my half-open mouth and stifle the words of protest I was about to throw at him – just for fun. His warm tongue wraps itself around mine, his hands grip my waist and lift me to a standing position. I let myself be pushed up against the plate-glass window, knocking over a plant and a vase as we go, delighting in each second of the torrid kiss.
The cold glass stings my back, making me shriek, which produces an amused groan from my torturer. Then our embrace resumes, ever wilder, ever more dangerous. Chills run through me and a ball of fire grows in my loins. Suddenly Vadim decides to put an end to this heavenly torture. He interrupts our kiss gently, then pulls himself away from me, taking a few steps back.
"Damn meeting… I’m going to have a hard time concentrating. And I guess you’re proud of yourself?" he says, straightening his tie.
His sulky smile finishes me off. For a minute, I’m tempted to cuddle up in his arms, but when he runs his hands through his messy hair, the temptress slumbering in me wakes and the little game starts over again.
After all, he’s the one who started it…
"I’m just a little employee at your service, Mr. King. Your wish is my command," I say lustfully, wiggling before his eyes, to get him excited.
It works. Vadim gives me his metallic gaze, he looks me over quickly from head to toe, bites his lip, then does an about-face and walks away in his most manly stride, saying:
"Nothing in life is free, Alma. And I'm planning on proving that to you tonight…"
Little Clovis has his father’s caramel-colored skin and his mother’s blue eyes. Even though I’ve seen him something like ten times since he was born, I still can't believe my best friend is a new mom; and that she gave life to this little marvel, a perfect mixture of origins, colors, hope and love.
"Did you know Alexandre Dumas was mulatto?" Clémentine asks me, picking up her son. "Most people don’t know that, as if whitening him made him a better writer…"
"Clem, today most people don’t even know who Alexandre Dumas is," Clarence answers, handing me a cup of coffee. "Stop thinking about that, Clovis is only two weeks old…"
"I’m afraid they’ll give him a hard time at school," she mumbles, kissing her newborn. "Discrimination, and all that…"
"You should have thought of that before sleeping with Will Smith," her man jokes.
"Everyone gets kidded about something at school," I
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