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“What the hell?” she hissed.
Her words went in one ear and out the other. I jumped up from my chair as Olive fled my office. Being a quarterback in college had its lifelong benefits. Not only was I physically strong, but I was also a super-fast runner. I ran after Olive as if I were going the whole hundred yards to score a touchdown. Though she was a surprisingly fast runner, I caught up with her in no time. Cinching her by her waist, I stopped her in her tracks and pinned her against a wall. Gripping her shoulders, I pressed my hips against her soft flesh, holding her captive.
“Let go of me,” she cried out at the top of her lungs.
“Olive, please,” I said softly as she turned her head away. “Look at me.”
“How could you?” she blurted, angry tears exploding from her eyes.
Fuck. She was crying again, her tears melting me. I wasn’t sure whether I should brush them away, kiss them away, or just let them fall. I ended up opting for the latter though my lips craved to be touching her in the worst possible way. To my relief, she turned her head toward me slowly and met my gaze. Opportunity struck.
“Listen, my princess. It’s not what it seemed to be.”
Her glistening eyes held me with uncertainty as I continued with guarded optimism.
“She barged into my office and attacked me.”
“Why didn’t you resist her?” Her softly voiced question gave me confidence to elaborate. At least, she was listening, keeping her heart open.
I answered honestly. “I swear I didn’t know what hit me until it was too late. She’s some kind of crazy nymphomaniac.”
“Why should I believe you? She’s attractive, svelte, and likely well educated.”
“This is why.” On impulse, I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her madly until she succumbed and moaned into my mouth.
“There’s only you, my princess.”
“Oh! Owen!”
“Please believe me, my sweetheart. The minute I set my eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me. Mallory is just an employee. She means nothing to me except for how much she can grow my company and add to our bottom line.”
Her tears subsided. Thank God, she believed me.
“Have you ever thought of firing her?”
I pondered her question. The answer was yes. In hindsight, I should have a long time ago when Donut King began its descent. But it was virtually impossible with her father being a major investor. And now, being a publicly held company and at our lowest stock price in decades, firing my head of marketing would cause Wall Street jitters that could result in a massive stock sell off and lead us straight into bankruptcy. I was caught between a rock and a hard place.
“I can’t,” I told Olive, explaining the circumstances. She understood, but she still felt insecure and distrustful.
“That woman is dangerous, Owen. I can sense it. She’s conniving and competitive and won’t stop until she’s gotten what she wants.” She paused. “And she’s definitely out to get me. It’s so obvious she doesn’t like me.”
I processed her words. Goddamn Clint. I had no problem keeping her away from me, but keeping her away from my beloved Olive was another story. I had to protect her from that vicious bitch.
“She’s jealous of you,” I consoled her.
Olive giggled, that adorable dimpled smile lighting up her face. That and the sweetness of her laughter were turning me on. I could feel my cock expanding and if employees weren’t passing by, I’d take her right against the wall. What was it about wall banging her that drove me nuts?
“No one’s ever been jealous of me.”
“That’s going to change,” I replied, nuzzling her neck. “Every woman in the world is going to be jealous of you when I officially make you my princess. Do you think Clint is the only one who’s wanted to get into my pants? Fuck no. There have been hundreds, but until today, I’ve never cared about a single one. My beautiful Olive, my heart only beats for you. You’re the
“What the hell?” she hissed.
Her words went in one ear and out the other. I jumped up from my chair as Olive fled my office. Being a quarterback in college had its lifelong benefits. Not only was I physically strong, but I was also a super-fast runner. I ran after Olive as if I were going the whole hundred yards to score a touchdown. Though she was a surprisingly fast runner, I caught up with her in no time. Cinching her by her waist, I stopped her in her tracks and pinned her against a wall. Gripping her shoulders, I pressed my hips against her soft flesh, holding her captive.
“Let go of me,” she cried out at the top of her lungs.
“Olive, please,” I said softly as she turned her head away. “Look at me.”
“How could you?” she blurted, angry tears exploding from her eyes.
Fuck. She was crying again, her tears melting me. I wasn’t sure whether I should brush them away, kiss them away, or just let them fall. I ended up opting for the latter though my lips craved to be touching her in the worst possible way. To my relief, she turned her head toward me slowly and met my gaze. Opportunity struck.
“Listen, my princess. It’s not what it seemed to be.”
Her glistening eyes held me with uncertainty as I continued with guarded optimism.
“She barged into my office and attacked me.”
“Why didn’t you resist her?” Her softly voiced question gave me confidence to elaborate. At least, she was listening, keeping her heart open.
I answered honestly. “I swear I didn’t know what hit me until it was too late. She’s some kind of crazy nymphomaniac.”
“Why should I believe you? She’s attractive, svelte, and likely well educated.”
“This is why.” On impulse, I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her madly until she succumbed and moaned into my mouth.
“There’s only you, my princess.”
“Oh! Owen!”
“Please believe me, my sweetheart. The minute I set my eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me. Mallory is just an employee. She means nothing to me except for how much she can grow my company and add to our bottom line.”
Her tears subsided. Thank God, she believed me.
“Have you ever thought of firing her?”
I pondered her question. The answer was yes. In hindsight, I should have a long time ago when Donut King began its descent. But it was virtually impossible with her father being a major investor. And now, being a publicly held company and at our lowest stock price in decades, firing my head of marketing would cause Wall Street jitters that could result in a massive stock sell off and lead us straight into bankruptcy. I was caught between a rock and a hard place.
“I can’t,” I told Olive, explaining the circumstances. She understood, but she still felt insecure and distrustful.
“That woman is dangerous, Owen. I can sense it. She’s conniving and competitive and won’t stop until she’s gotten what she wants.” She paused. “And she’s definitely out to get me. It’s so obvious she doesn’t like me.”
I processed her words. Goddamn Clint. I had no problem keeping her away from me, but keeping her away from my beloved Olive was another story. I had to protect her from that vicious bitch.
“She’s jealous of you,” I consoled her.
Olive giggled, that adorable dimpled smile lighting up her face. That and the sweetness of her laughter were turning me on. I could feel my cock expanding and if employees weren’t passing by, I’d take her right against the wall. What was it about wall banging her that drove me nuts?
“No one’s ever been jealous of me.”
“That’s going to change,” I replied, nuzzling her neck. “Every woman in the world is going to be jealous of you when I officially make you my princess. Do you think Clint is the only one who’s wanted to get into my pants? Fuck no. There have been hundreds, but until today, I’ve never cared about a single one. My beautiful Olive, my heart only beats for you. You’re the
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