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Ch6 ................. Q

In the evening, I go to the office of my attractive CEO. I haven't got passed the door before my heart starts pounding in my chest.

I give myself an interior warning: it is out of the question that I let myself be intimidated. The ball's in my court now!

But when I see him, all my good resolutions disappear. His presence, the way he looks at me, everything that makes him what he is, disarms me.

(Oh small, weak thing that I am!)

R:"Good afternoon, my dear?"

He signs a document with his expensive pen while looking up at me through his piercing eyes.

I feel, judging by his tone, that he's taking stock of the effect he has on me.

(I answer in the same tone.)

T:"Very good, very expensive."

I shut the door, calmly. I will not give him the satisfaction of overpowering me.

R:"When I left you, you looked ... feverish ..."

(I imagine myself reproaching him.)

(That's what happens when a CEO, with misplaced ideas and wandering hands, comes to distract you in the middle of the afternoon ...)

Disconcerted isn't really strong enough to describe the state in which he left me.

(I challenge him.)

T:"A little water was enough to bring down my temperature, it was nothing very serious."

(Nothing very naughty, I congratulate myself on my well-mastered acting skills.)

His eyes narrow and he runs a finger over his chin. Obviously, I've hit the nail on the head.

(No need to look so satisfied, Mr. Intense, you know you've won this round, but not the match!)

(I move forwards confidently, hips swaying.)

I elegantly go up to his desk with determination and stand in front of him, one hand on my hip.

T:"Maybe You were hoping to drive me crazy?"

He turns his seat to face me and leans back while watching me, amused.

(It's difficult to keep cool when being looked at like that ... I could throw myself at him there and then ...)

T:"But the truth is, Mr. I-am-sure-of-myself, is that ..."

I move up softly and I scratch the desk with my fingertips, biting my lower lip.

(The truth is ... You managed rather well.)

I had to really hold back from coming to this office earlier to show him how much ...

I carry on.

T:"I'm the one who driving you ... crazy."

I study him for a moment. I know that my little game could well land me straight in his grip. To be honest, it's what I'm hoping for ...

He doesn't react, keeping an impassive expression on his face, I press against the edge of his desk and lean back a little, sighing.

My hair falls down over my back and my skirt rises slightly up my thighs.

T:"It's crazy ... How long are you going to be able to control yourself ... just to get the better of me?"

Finally, he gets up! In a flash, he slides my hands along the wood, so that I tilt back and my back comes to lie down completely on the desk.

He places himself between my thighs and leans forward, one hand on either side of my head. His intoxicating scent invades me.

R:"Know that if I don't take you right away, on this desk, it's because I have other plans in mind."

His look is clouded with desire. His hoarse voice makes me tingle and a surge of desire twists in my lower abdomen.

My chest rises and falls at an uncontrolled pace. I stare at him, hungrily.

In this position, offered to this man, my body burns with wanting ...

(What plan could be better?)

T:"Are there any plans more gratifying than this one?"

I rub my thighs against his hips and I arch my back to try to lure him into my web.

He breathes out deeply as if it takes all his strength to resist my indecent proposition.

R:"Don't push me to the edge, I don't want to be brutal with you."

This time my body twists with impatience. I am on the edge of the abyss. A simple caress would suffice to make me capsize.

I want to say something, but I'm so impassioned that no sound comes out of my mouth.

He delicately rubs the curls of my hair between his fingers, as if he was still studying the question.

R:"It's incredible. You are so desirable ..."

(It's incredible how mesmerising he is ...)

R:"But..."

He is silent as he passes an arm behind my back to pull me up.

Still panting, I stare at him, burning with desire ... He leans his head to one side and contemplates me, a fine smile on his lips.

R:"Before we get down to business, I'm taking you out to discover other delicacies in one of New York's best restaurants."

He's taking me to a restaurant ...? Really ? A real date?

Even though my body is crying out for him to continue, I do appreciate the idea.

And anyway, I know very well that I'll get something amazing for desert ...