Chapter 4 - WET FOR MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND 4

I stepped out of the washroom with my face still flushed and my legs unsteady. The cold water I had splashed on my skin did nothing to calm the heat between my thighs. I was still soaked, my panties clinging uncomfortably to me, and every step reminded me of how close Damien had come to kissing me on his desk.

When I walked back into his office, Damien was standing by the window, looking out at the city skyline. He turned when he heard me, his dark eyes scanning me from head to toe like he could see right through my clothes.

“We have a business dinner in forty-five minutes,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. “With some important investors. You’re coming with me.”

I blinked, surprised. “Me? I don’t think that's good…”

“You are my personal assistant now, Elena,” he cut in, stepping closer. “Wherever I go, you go. That’s part of the job. Unless you’ve already forgotten the terms of our agreement?”

The reminder of the deal and what I had agreed to send a fresh wave of heat through me. I knew I couldn’t argue. Not when my family’s future depended on this.

“I understand,” I whispered, lowering my gaze. “I’ll go with you.”

Damien’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. “Good. We leave in twenty minutes. Fix your makeup, you look like you’ve been doing something you shouldn’t.”

My cheeks burned as I quickly touched up my lipstick in the small mirror on the wall. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time.

The car ride to the upscale restaurant was silent but heavy with tension. Damien drove, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift. Every time his fingers brushed my thigh accidentally, I flinched. I kept my legs pressed tightly together, trying to ignore the constant ache between them.

When we arrived, the investors were already waiting at a private table. There were three men–all in their late thirties or forties, wealthy and powerful. The moment I sat down next to Damien, I felt their eyes on me.

“Well, well,” one of them said, a slick-looking man with a greedy smile. “Damien, you didn’t tell us you had such a beautiful new assistant. When did you start hiring women this stunning?”

Another chuckled. “She’s a sight for sore eyes. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Elena,” I said politely, forcing a smile. I could feel Damien’s body tense beside me. “Elena Mitchell.

The third investor leaned forward. “You’re wasting her in the office, Damien. A woman like this should be shown off. Maybe we can take her out for drinks after this meeting?”

Damien’s hand suddenly landed on my thigh under the table, gripping it possessively. I flinched, my breath catching.

“She’s not going anywhere with any of you. She’s mine,” Damien said, his voice calm but carrying a dangerous edge. “And is off limits. Focus on the deal, gentlemen. Not my assistant.”

The investors laughed it off, but I could see the way they looked at me — hungry, appraising. Damien’s hand stayed on my thigh, his fingers slowly sliding higher under the table. I tried to push his hand away, but he refused to move it. Instead, he squeezed my thigh harder, his fingers digging into my flesh in a silent warning.

I was so wet. My pussy was throbbing, my panties completely soaked. I closed my legs tightly, trying to trap his hand, but that only made his fingers press more firmly against my inner thigh, dangerously close to where I was aching for him.

“Damien…” I whispered under my breath, my voice trembling.

He leaned closer, pretending to show me something on his tablet. “Be quiet, Elena,” he murmured in my ear. “Unless you want them to know how wet you are for me right now.”

His fingers pushed my panties aside and stroked my soaked folds. I gripped the edge of the table, my legs shaking. The risk of the investors noticing made everything ten times more intense.

Suddenly, a waitress came over to take our orders, standing right beside our table. Damien’s hand jerked away immediately. I let out a shaky breath at the loss of him, trying to compose myself as I ordered a glass of water.

The meeting continued, but I could barely focus. Damien’s hand returned to my thigh the moment the waitress left. This time, his fingers slid even higher, brushing against the edge of my panties. I bit my lip hard to stop a moan from escaping.

“Oh my God, this is bad, so bad. How did I end up like this? Why did I allow him see those messages? How I’m I going to control myself now that he’s aware of how badly l want him and have been dreaming of him.”

My mind kept spiraling with these thoughts.

I was losing control.

And I was terrified of how long I could keep up with this before I completely lose control.