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Constantijin. But this – all of this, I’m not used to it. I need time.” I needed time to harden my heart, to protect it if he ever did end up using and leaving me, but I didn’t have to tell him that.
“Time.” He repeated the word so distastefully I couldn’t help but smile.
“Fine. I will give you this time you are asking for. But not too long,” he warned darkly. “I am an impatient man and I hunger too much for you already. Only you have forced me to go through cold showers every night.”
My heart blossomed at those words even though I did my best not to let him know how thrilled I was to hear that.
Over my protests, Constantijin walked me out of his office – past his smiling and still-unruffled looking secretary – and all the way to my office. Other employees who caught sight of us gawked, the questions in their eyes dispelled when Constantijin spoke.
“For your next presentation, I hope you can include a potential cast for the series. Include unknown and known actors – whoever you think will be best for the roles,” Constantijin was saying.
I looked up at him suspiciously, unsure if he really meant what he said because that was a big thing he was asking of me. Yet all he did was smile enigmatically. When we reached the door to my office, he said, “I was right in hiring you, Yanna.”
I practically expired in happiness at that point. It felt almost as good as the orgasms he alone could give me. Blushing because I was simply unable to keep myself from doing so, I said, “I’m just really happy to be with you, Mr. Kastein.”
The door opened behind me just as I spoke the words out loud and suddenly I found myself the focus of two surprised stares – George’s and Constantijin’s.
Realizing what I hadn’t meant to say, I stammered, “I meant, with your company .” Oh my God, oh my God, why the hell had I said that?
Constantijin smiled, the brooding darkness in his eyes completely wiped out by my Freudian slip. “Understood.”
He turned away and George and I stared at him silently. Even with his back to me, he still looked immensely sexy – too much so. When Constantijin was safely out of earshot, George said slyly, “Happy to be with you? Is that your subconscious talking?”
“No!” Or so I hoped.
Lesson #6
Don’t play games with your billionaire –
Especially when it’s a game he invented.
Alyx was literally rolling on the floor laughing when I morosely shared with her what happened today. Well, not about the part when I came in his mouth – God, my panties got all wet at the thought alone – but about the freaking Freudian slip that I made in front of George and Constantijin.
“You’re supposed to comfort me,” I wailed.
But that only made Alyx laugh harder, making me wish the living room had a bed of thorns for flooring instead of a soft blue-gray carpet.
“That is just so you!” she gasped.
“Yeah, yeah. Stop laughing!”
Alyx made a visible effort to rein in her laughter. “I’m good now,” she said even as her lips quivered.
I launched my complaint immediately. "How am I going to face him tomorrow?"
"That's assuming you'll see him tomorrow," she told me.
Good point. He was the CEO, after all. He didn’t have to be in the office every day. But – that was a bad point, too. It meant I wouldn’t be able to see Constantijin and --- wait, did I want to see him? Did I really want this thing between us to continue?
Where was the old Yanna in all this, the one who yearned for true love and not for smoking-hot sex?
I lifted my legs up in the cushion, hugging
“Time.” He repeated the word so distastefully I couldn’t help but smile.
“Fine. I will give you this time you are asking for. But not too long,” he warned darkly. “I am an impatient man and I hunger too much for you already. Only you have forced me to go through cold showers every night.”
My heart blossomed at those words even though I did my best not to let him know how thrilled I was to hear that.
Over my protests, Constantijin walked me out of his office – past his smiling and still-unruffled looking secretary – and all the way to my office. Other employees who caught sight of us gawked, the questions in their eyes dispelled when Constantijin spoke.
“For your next presentation, I hope you can include a potential cast for the series. Include unknown and known actors – whoever you think will be best for the roles,” Constantijin was saying.
I looked up at him suspiciously, unsure if he really meant what he said because that was a big thing he was asking of me. Yet all he did was smile enigmatically. When we reached the door to my office, he said, “I was right in hiring you, Yanna.”
I practically expired in happiness at that point. It felt almost as good as the orgasms he alone could give me. Blushing because I was simply unable to keep myself from doing so, I said, “I’m just really happy to be with you, Mr. Kastein.”
The door opened behind me just as I spoke the words out loud and suddenly I found myself the focus of two surprised stares – George’s and Constantijin’s.
Realizing what I hadn’t meant to say, I stammered, “I meant, with your company .” Oh my God, oh my God, why the hell had I said that?
Constantijin smiled, the brooding darkness in his eyes completely wiped out by my Freudian slip. “Understood.”
He turned away and George and I stared at him silently. Even with his back to me, he still looked immensely sexy – too much so. When Constantijin was safely out of earshot, George said slyly, “Happy to be with you? Is that your subconscious talking?”
“No!” Or so I hoped.
Lesson #6
Don’t play games with your billionaire –
Especially when it’s a game he invented.
Alyx was literally rolling on the floor laughing when I morosely shared with her what happened today. Well, not about the part when I came in his mouth – God, my panties got all wet at the thought alone – but about the freaking Freudian slip that I made in front of George and Constantijin.
“You’re supposed to comfort me,” I wailed.
But that only made Alyx laugh harder, making me wish the living room had a bed of thorns for flooring instead of a soft blue-gray carpet.
“That is just so you!” she gasped.
“Yeah, yeah. Stop laughing!”
Alyx made a visible effort to rein in her laughter. “I’m good now,” she said even as her lips quivered.
I launched my complaint immediately. "How am I going to face him tomorrow?"
"That's assuming you'll see him tomorrow," she told me.
Good point. He was the CEO, after all. He didn’t have to be in the office every day. But – that was a bad point, too. It meant I wouldn’t be able to see Constantijin and --- wait, did I want to see him? Did I really want this thing between us to continue?
Where was the old Yanna in all this, the one who yearned for true love and not for smoking-hot sex?
I lifted my legs up in the cushion, hugging
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