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Thinking Too Much
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2026-06-20 05:41:13
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Just Say Yes Thinking Too Much
StevanEric closed the distance between us and held my gaze long enough for my heart to stumble into a frantic rhythm. After everything that had happened last night, I was certain he’d bring it up—the club, the kiss, anything.But he didn’t.“You put this report together yourself?” he asked, his tone serious and measured.The question caught me completely off guard.“Yes. I did,” I answered, still trying to figure out where this was headed.He gave a slow nod, his expression carefully controlled.“Good. A few questions came up while I was reviewing the data. I’d like you to join me for lunch so we can go over them in more detail.”“What?”The word slipped out before I could stop it. A faint twitch at the corner of his brow told me my reaction had surprised him too. Of course. He was no longer just the man from the club. He was the CEO of the company I worked for.Eric seemed to suppress a smile before replying in that maddeningly calm voice.“You can’t join me? After all, you’re the
Just Say Yes My Employee?
EricI took a quick shower, slipped into my tailored black suit, and headed downstairs. I enjoy driving when I visit subsidiaries—always renting a car when I can. Today, though, the wheel felt strangely light in my hands. Or maybe it was just the low, constant hum of anticipation at the thought of seeing that waiter again—the one who refused to leave my head.The moment I stepped into the building, the tension in the air became almost tangible. It was the usual pattern: employees lowering their heads, quickening their steps, eyes darting away like I was contagious. But today there was something extra. A nervous electricity that felt almost suffocating.As I entered the department handling the meeting, I immediately spotted the source of that energy. One man was sweating bullets, hands fidgeting, gaze sliding away from mine like he carried guilt in his veins. The department head, no question.They greeted me with the predictable mix of fear and fake deference. The man stammered,“Mr. W
Just Say Yes Like a Teenager
EricI stepped into the apartment and went straight for the shower. Hot water cascaded down my body, but it did nothing to wash away what actually mattered. His image lingered—Stevan on the bed, vulnerable, unguarded. And worse, the taste of his lips still haunted me.I closed my eyes and pressed a hand against the cool marble wall.This made no sense. I’d lived through far more intense nights, far more explicit ones, yet none of them had clung to my mind like this. But Stevan did.“I need to know more about you…” I muttered, annoyed at myself.It wasn’t just curiosity. It wasn’t even simple desire. It was the way he reacted. The way his entire body locked up when I got close, like every cell was betraying secrets he still didn’t understand. The way he’d said “sir”—without any coyness, without calculation—and still that single word had slid straight through me like a hidden command.I dragged a hand down my face, trying to pull my thoughts into order.Useless.The more I tried to rati
Just Say Yes He Is the CEO
StevanThe moment I stepped onto the executive floor, I felt the stares. Some were discreet, others blatant enough that there was no point pretending otherwise. No one had to say a word—the fact that I was late had already beaten me there.Everyone was already in the meeting room.My stomach knotted instantly. I knew my boss wouldn’t be the one presenting that report. He never did. I was the one who had built it from the ground up, organized every detail, and stayed late night after night making sure there wasn’t a single flaw.I paused by the water cooler and downed a few quick gulps, trying to ease the tension coiling through my body and dull the stubborn ache in my head. It didn’t help much.Outside the conference room door, I drew in a slow breath, squared my shoulders, and knocked twice before stepping inside—already bracing for what was coming.The atmosphere inside was thick enough to choke on. All conversation died the second I appeared.My boss fixed me with a glare heavy wit
Just Say Yes What Have I Done?
StevanI woke to firm knocks on the door, my body reacting before my brain could catch up. I blinked slowly, trying to make sense of where I was. My head throbbed, heavy and unforgiving, like any sudden movement might be a mistake.“Yeah?” I rasped, voice rough with sleep.“Ágata’s waiting for you downstairs,” someone called from the other side.“I’ll be right down.”I sat up carefully, pressing my fingers to my temples as the memories started trickling back—fractured, hazy, impossible to piece together neatly.“Shit,” I muttered. “The client.”I squeezed my eyes shut, heat flooding my face as disjointed flashes hit me. The sofa. His voice, low and commanding. The brush of his hand. That kiss.I swallowed hard, my tongue unconsciously tracing my lips. It still felt… too recent. Too real.“I can’t believe I drank like that,” I grumbled, unease twisting in my gut.I dragged a hand down my face, trying to sort through the blur. Had I made it to the bedroom on my own… or had he carried me
Just Say Yes Slipping Out of Control
He froze for the first second, then gave in. A soft sigh escaped as he kissed me back—still clumsy, without any real rhythm, but completely surrendered. His hand slid up my arm, gripping tight like he needed something solid to hold onto.It was enough to make me pull back. I broke the kiss before things went too far, drawing in a steady breath while I kept my eyes on him a moment longer than I should have.A quiet sound slipped from his lips as he leaned in closer, and that small movement shook what little control I had left.I caught his waist to steady him, but the motion only pulled us tighter together. His body pressed against mine, breath uneven, leaning into me with no resistance at all. It made it damn near impossible to think clearly.I kissed him again. Harder this time, with more pressure and less care. He responded right away—messy, unpracticed, but honest. His hands moved up my arms, fingers clutching the fabric of my shirt like he was afraid to let go.I trailed my mouth
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