Chapter 4

~~ETHEL~~

Keanu’s penthouse was nestled at the top of a giant, high-rise building. I’d been here a couple of times to deliver documents or attend a business meeting, but it still managed to leave me in awe every time.

In another place, it would’ve been described as austere, but the plain white walls blended in with the plush furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan to create an exquisite experience.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Keanu said dryly. “I would give you a tour but I’m sure you’re already well acquainted.”

“Would you like me to make you something to eat?” He asked.

I gawked at him. He could cook?

”What?” He scoffed. “I’m not entirely useless, Ethel.”

I smiled. “No thanks, I’ve already had dinner.”

“Alright, let me take you to your room then.”

He moved up the stairs with my overnight bag in hand, and I followed. Taking the left, he pushed the first door open.

“This is you. I hope it’s to your liking.”

Was he kidding me? This room was twice the size of my bedroom, and it had an enchanting view of the night city sky.

He set my bag down on the upholstered bench at the foot of the bed, then walked back past me.

“You’re nervous,” Keanu said.

I turned to find him right behind me, too close for comfort. My pulse quickened.

“What? No. Why would I be nervous?”

He was right. I was nervous for reasons I couldn’t explain, but he didn’t need to know that.

“I don’t bite, Ethel...” He chuckled, then his voice dropped to that low, dangerous timbre that made my stomach flip. “Unless you want me to.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I... No, thank you. I’d rather not leave with any marks on my body.”

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Amusement danced in his eyes as he finally took a step back. “Get some rest, Ethel.”

And then he was gone. I let out a breath.

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The next morning, I was awakened by my phone buzzing. Maya’s name flashed on the screen.

“Girl, you’d better start talking. What the hell was last night all about?”

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. “Maya...”

“I know you would never cheat on anyone,” Maya interrupted. “You kissed your boss just to make Max jealous, didn’t you? But girl, that kiss.” She let out a dreamy sigh. “So what happened after I left?“

I bit my lip hesitantly. “He brought me to his penthouse.”

“Girl what?” Maya’s voice boomed through the phone. “So how was the sex?”

“Maya!” I sputtered. “He only brought me here because Max has the spare keys to my house.”

“Don’t tell me you spent the night in your hunk of a boss’s penthouse and you didn’t let him fuck you senseless.”

I chuckled with disbelief as I reminded her, “I just broke up with my boyfriend last night,”

“Exactly! All the more reason to fuck the sorrow away.”

We both dissolved into laughter, and I shook my head even though she couldn’t see me.

“But seriously,” Maya said once we’d calmed down. “Have you never thought about fucking him? Not even once?”

I bit my lip. When I first started working for Keanu, he’d been like the perfect man, and I’d fantasized about him constantly. Until I witnessed the list of women who’d had their hearts broken because of him.

I vowed never to let those thoughts back into my mind.

And I’d succeeded.

Until last night. Until that kiss that had set every nerve ending in my body on fire.

“It’s not happening, Maya,” I said. “Keanu doesn’t even see me in that way?”

“Girl, even a blind man could see the way he looked at you.” Maya scoffed. “What if he told you that he wanted you? Would you let him fuck you?”

“Maya, drop it.”

I didn’t answer, because the truth was I didn’t know. And that scared me.

Wanting Keanu would be a disaster waiting to happen.

After Maya and I hung up, I freshened up and dressed up before leaving the bedroom to go see Keanu. I wanted to tell him it was time for me to return to my flat to have the locks changed.

I knocked on his bedroom door. No answer. After knocking again, I gently opened the door and peeped my head in. He wasn’t there.

I knew he had a private gym here. Maybe he was there.

The door to the gym wasn’t closed, so I went straight in. There was no sign of Keanu. And then I heard the shower running.

I should’ve walked out.

I should’ve called out his name.

Instead, I moved towards the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and through it, I could see him.

Keanu.

He was standing in the shower without the curtains drawn, and he was completely naked.

Water slued down his back, over shoulders that were even broader than they looked in clothes, over a toned back, and down to his contoured legs.

I had thought Max had a decent ass, but Keanu’s ass was perfect. So full and so round and so sinfully sculpted.

Every muscle was defined. He ran a hand through his wet hair, and the movement made his bicep flex.

And then he turned.

Suddenly, I had to force breaths into my lungs. I hadn’t seen anyone else’s dick but Max’s in a long time, and I had never thought a dick could leave me speechless until now.

The extension dangling down those muscled thighs was the biggest dick I had ever seen. Long, thick, and perfectly veined. And it wasn’t even hard yet.

God, how did all those women manage to take that?

How would that feel in...

God, what was I doing? I was staring and thinking about my boss’s dick.

I should have turned and left. I was behaving like a creep, but my eyes refused to release me as I continued to stare through the gap.

“See something you like, Spitfire?” Keanu’s voice cut through my paralysis like a knife.

I stumbled backward, my face burning. Keanu was looking right at me through the mirror. He had known I was watching.

“I—I—” I tried to speak, but nothing came out.

“You know, if you are going to stare, you should at least take a video.” Heat and amusement mingled in his voice. “That way you can enjoy it later.”

I didn’t think. I ran straight out of the gym, my face on fire as his dark laughter echoed behind me.

Finally out, I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom, leaning my back against the door and placing my hand over my chest.

I didn’t know how long I stood there, unsuccessfully trying to eject the image of Keanu’s dick from my mind.

And then the knock came.

My heart went straight back to racing. Regretting that I didn’t just grab my bag and get the hell out of his house, I turned and opened the door.

Keanu stood there with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, riding low on his hips. I felt my mouth go dry like a woman parched.

“Mis...Mr Martell.” I swallowed.

Before I could say anything else, he sidestepped me and entered the room.

“I know it’s your house but you could at least ask before entering,” I said.

Keanu didn’t look the least bit mortified; instead, he raised a brow. “You mean just like you asked for my permission before peeping at me in the shower?”

My face heated up as images of his dick ran wild through my head again. “I... I... I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh, didn’t you?” He took a step towards me, causing me to take one back. “Was that why you watched me for a whole minute?”

My mouth opened, then closed. I had no reply to that.

He took another step forward. I took one back.

“I came to give you another chance to take my offer.”

“What offer?”

“That you take a picture of it,” he deadpanned. “That way, you can look at it all you want anytime.”

“No, thanks. I have no urge to look at it again. It wasn’t that impressive anyway.” I lied through my teeth.

He moved quicker than I could anticipate. Within seconds, my back was against the wall with his hands on either side of me, leaving me trapped.

“Not impressive?” He scoffed. “Tell me you didn’t think of how my dick would feel inside you.”

A gasp left my mouth at his crudeness. “You...You can’t say things like that, Mr Martell.”

“Then tell me I’m wrong, Ethel” He breathed, his eyes filled with desire so feral, so primal that it sent shivers right down to my pussy. “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you right now.”