Chapter 18

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ANNA DELANEY

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ANNA DELANEY

After leaving the bathroom fuming angry, I had to fill in Nat on what had occurred. I stepped out of the bathroom a minute after Damon, it was obvious and she was going to hound me for more answers anyways.

Too fueled by the moment, I decided to call an Uber home and immediately changed into a baggy black t-shirt and shorts. I skimmed through some of my favorite romance novels deciding what my next move should be. And that is why I am wearing a lace splice long sleeve with a deep v-neck exposing my cleavage with a black buttoned pencil skirt which fits tightly showing off my curves and ass.

If Damon wanted to play with me, then I would play with him. I am not some doll that he can play with when he wishes to use me. Besides, whatever we have going on between us is mutual. We have a sexual attraction but hate each other personality wise. We would never work and we both know that. However, it wouldn't hurt to tease him like he did to me in the bathroom at the club. Hence, the seductive and sexy clothing I am wearing right now.

Waiting by the elevator, I unbuttoned the first few notches on my blouse to expose the black, lace bra I'm wearing right now. I'm not one to do these sorts of things but Damon brings out another side of me, the wild and irrational side who would fuck her boss and defy all the rules given to her.

Breaking me out of my thoughts, the elevator opens as people pretend to look busy and greet Damon. The aura that surrounds him was no doubt intimidating but also arousing. Trying to stay on task, I followed Damon into his office and recited his schedule knowing he was questioning my new wardrobe change.

"Do you have anything you would like to add?" I asked with a smirk as his eyes took me in. Going from my curled, messy ombre blonde hair to lips which I was biting with an innocent expression on my face. Then, his eyes found the treasure which I was counting on. The black lace bra slightly sticking out from my blouse and then the pencil skirt which showed off the ass I worked for at the gym and the curves I was born with all the way down to my lucious, shiny legs and heels. After a couple seconds, I asked again, "Is there anything you need from me Mr.King?"

He quickly hardened his expression from shock to the cold face he wore around his investors. The fact that he has to wear the poker face he has to wear around dangerous men only shows how much it affects him and I love it. I'm playing the game and winning. "No, that's all," he said as his eyes lingered a little too long on me.

"Well if you need anything, I am at your disposal Mr.King," I said carefully choosing the words to seduce and lure him in testing his limits. I made my way into my office breathing deeply and in shock that I was able to pull that off. Did I really just do that? And why did that feel so empowering? And why do I want to do it again?

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Deciding that I didn't want any creeps looking at me, I decided to button up my blouse as I picked up Damon's lunch. Every place he chooses has the biggest line possible and I'm starting to think he chooses these places on purpose just to get me angry. After an hour of waiting, I finally have his lunch in hand as I wait for the elevator to get to the top floor. I quickly unbutton my blouse to show part of the lacey bra I am wearing and I walk into the office confident I can bring the CEO to his knees again. I quickly walk into my office to grab some paperwork that needs signing. Passing by Taylor's desk, I shoot her a smile and grab one of her pens and walk into Damon's office.

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