"Hey, Akira."
I stand at her desk after she buzzes me in. Today, she is wearing a maroon dress that ends just above her knees and hugs her figure, highlighting her womanly curves.
"Good morning, C.C." Her cheeks are slightly flushed with a faint smile. "You're looking very professional today?" She arches a brow as her gaze sweeps over me.
I tuck my loose curls behind my ears and stare down at myself. "A pair of black dress slacks and a white blouse is hardly professional." I chuckle. "It is more a case of playing it safe." I groan, wishing I possessed the confidence to dress up like the majority of the girls around here.
"Is he in?" I enquire sceptically, hoping that I am not too late.
"Nope, he is upstairs this morning, I believe."
"Thank the Gods," I reply. "I'll catch up with you later."
"I'll be here." She hums as the sound of her tapping away on her keyboard follows me down the corridor.
I take a seat behind my des
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When the SUV comes to a halt in front of the Burak building, I dont wait for Gerald to hop out from the driver's seat to open the door for me.I have a sudden urge to call Ace and check up on Sandro. I walk through the lobby of the building, my heels clicking against the marble flooring with determination to get to my destination quickly.I reach the bank of elevators, pressing the button and I step away, running my fingers through my loose curls. I start to gather it up into a ponytail and I feel him standing behind me."Lütfen (please), leave it down. I like the way it frames your face." He implores as he wraps his hand around mine and tugs it away from my hair.The doors slide open and he glides me into the elevator car with his hand on the small of my back. I say a silent prayer to the Gods to keep my trembling legs from giving out beneath me. People start piling into the car with us. It quickly becomes overcrowded and we are fo
His hand moves from my jawline to the base of my throat as he kisses my feverish skin along my neck.I moan, my eyes pressing tight as a shiver runs through my body. I know I should pull back and put an end to this little exploration of curiosity between us. But, his touch ignites my body, and I savour the sensations running through me for a little bit longer."What are you doing to me, Miss Cross?"Another shiver slides through me at the way he says my name with an authoritative bite heavily masked by his accent.On the inside of his jacket, I slide my hands up his torso and feel the hard planes of his powerful chest. "Mr Burak.." I moan."Evet (yes), Miss Cross?" He answers hoarsely, his lips moving up my neck and across my jawline. "One touch is all I need, askim (my love)."My eyes spring open and I push him off me.Those words...I remember those exact words being used against me over a year ago.
His head jerks forward, and his eyes study me. "Did he harm you?" His voice is dangerously low and I swallow back the notion of him finding out who Castello is. The sound of a door slamming shut lingers in the air and I watch as he turns his head for a split second in the direction Castello left. I also manage to catch a glimpse of his hands curling into tight balls at his side. Smearing a ghostly shade of pale white across his knuckles before he relaxes them and returns my gaze. "No, Mr Burak." I shift my gaze from his face to the ground in front of me. My body is flooded with emotions that are quickly making me sick to my stomach. And, I'm unsure on how to begin processing anything that is happening between me and Aydem or what has been expressed between me and Castello. The burden of my worries is getting increasingly too great for me to bear on my own shoulders. I take a deep breath and peer up to see Ay
I pull back from our kiss, licking my swollen lips and I gaze into his eyes. "I have to go," I mumble breathlessly."I'll come with you." He smiles as he raises my hand and kisses it.I look at him with a perplexed expression on my face. I have been under his employment for two days now and I'm beginning to wonder if this is why he goes through so many P.A's.Is he courting me solely for the purpose of sleeping with me?Bitterness manifests itself as goosebumps along my skin. My son's father is a womaniser, and that fact bothers me."Why? You have no idea where I'm going."He locks his gaze on me for an eternity before letting out a soft chuckle."I just want to be sure you'll be safe. You still haven't told me who that man was?" He says intensely."That's because there is nothing to tell.""I beg to differ. Upon my arrival you were a frenzied wreck, chasing after the man that left your apartment and wh
I sit on the bottom of the staircase, nervously biting my nails as I wait for the bastards to return. I comb my fingers through my hair as I watch Trent's goons wander the corridors in pairs with their guns tucked into the side of their pants. "Questa cagna ha le palle." (This bitch has balls) I hear one of them chuckle as he looks me up and down. When I feel a primal instinct to flip him the bird, I bite my tongue. They all assume I have not picked up any Italiano throughout my stay here. I've learned to gnaw on the inside of my cheek to keep my secret, despite the fact that I occasionally want to scream and yell at them for the crude things they say to me. I swiftly decide against it, as I believe I can leverage it to my benefit when the time is perfect. I take out my phone and dial Aces' number while pressing the phone against my ear. It rings three times before it goes straight to his voicemail and a soft growl leaves my
"Miss Cross," His rich accent sweeps over me and I pause typing to turn my head and gaze at him. Instantly my breath catches when our eyes collide. He looks handsome this morning and I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth full of arousal as my eyes slowly travel up his body. Black Italian oxford dress shoes, draped by grey slacks hugging his muscular thighs, a crimson red tie over his white long sleeve shirt and a grey vest matching the colour of his pants. "Come to my office in two minutes." He requests standing outside my office door. I open my mouth to reply but quickly clamp it shut as he doesn't bother to wait for my answer and walks into his office. I look over my computer, discreetly watching through the window between our offices as he hangs up his jacket he has draped over his forearm and sits behind his desk. My eyes shift to the photo I have of Sandro next to my computer and I let out a sigh full of miser
I take a seat across from Aydem as we are seated at the small table in the corner of the room. My entire body is still humming from his palm resting on the small of my back as he ushered me inside the restaurant. As expected, he was drawing attention to himself with the way he naturally dominated the room. To those dining, we appeared to be on a dinner date. However, Aydem and I were both aware that this was not the case. He wants to continue our discussion from this morning and to be honest, I'm not sure what he is expecting to learn from me. We place our orders with the waitress, and as she departs, Aydem removes a file from the inside of his suit jacket and glides it across the table. "Some light reading for you while we wait for our dinner." He winks at me with a lopsided smirk on his face. I sigh, opening the file and begin to browse the pages. >>> The Ice in the c
I exit the car as it comes to a stop outside the Burak Building. Gerald opens Aydem's door and as he emerges, he rests his hand on the small of my back and guides us inside. We approach the security guards stationed behind their desks, and I wait for Aydem to conclude his conversation with them before proceeding to the bank of elevators. As the doors slide open, we enter and he pushes the number 8. I stand in the back, leaning against the cool walls as I try to cool down my burning body from his touch. I stare at him from behind, my eyes slowly travelling up his body and arousal pools in my thong. Even from behind, he appears to be sinful as he strolls around in an Armani suit. "I can feel your eyes burning into the back of my head, kedi yavrusu." (Kitten) His words are heavily laced with cockiness. I roll my eyes and when the doors slide open I brush past him, walking straight to his office. "Would you like a drink?"