" You could cook in my apartment.My eyes widened again. Is he inviting me to his place? A nervous smile plays on my lips again." Are you sure?" Yes, I'm sure. There's a giant kitchen there. I think you'll love it." And… there's no danger of anyone seeing me?" We'll use the private elevator. No one will see you. " Okay… " I agree shyly."- I'll see you in the evening. Outside, I pause for a moment. Then I notice that the secretary is staring at me. I smile awkwardly and nod." He's quite intimidating, isn't he?The other smiles sympathetically." You have no idea. BrandonNo. I hadn't intended to invite Sofia to my apartment. But the distraught look on her face when she found out she couldn't cook for me… That disarmed me. I discovered that there's nothing I won't do for this woman. If she'd let me, I'd treat her like the queen she deserves to be. I frown. Where did it all come from? I've never felt this way about another woman before. My protective instinct has never been so s
I also chose a wine that matched the menu. The meal took place in a pleasant atmosphere. I had forgotten what it was like to share dinner with someone special. After dinner, I make a point of doing all the dishes. He retorts that the maid can do it in the morning, but I insist, and then he rolls up his sleeves and comes to help me. " Tell me a bit about your family, your childhood. " Now we're settled on the giant sofa, wine glasses restored in our hands. Brandon sits on the edge and I stand in front of him. My shoes are off, and my knees are bent over my body.I smile. I like the question. It's a sign that he wants to get to know me better. " I grew up in a tiny country town. I was an only child. So my parents did everything they could to make sure I studied and had a good career. My mother owns a small restaurant and my father a homeward store. You can find everything there. From a screw to a lawnmower. I always helped my mother in the restaurant, and that's where my desire to o
Brandon turns his head sideways and scratches his beard, his eyes enjoying my show, as I crawl onto the bed, until I reach the headboard, where I settle down, rubbing my legs in a sensual way:" You're right. It is very comfortable. He stops beneath the furniture and begins to slowly unbutton his shirt, while his eyes devour me, full of lust:" Yes, it's very comfortable. And it looks even more like you in it. " As soon as he gets rid of his shirt, he bends down and grabs my legs, pulling them apart, making me lie sprawled in front of him and cry out in surprise. Then he's hovering over my body and says softly. " Let's see what we can do on top of her…SofiaThe night at his apartment was incredible. But the next few dates weren't there. We went back to suite 220. Which isn't exactly a bad thing, I like the place. It's become special to me. It's just that I have to admit I found the situation strange. I'm beginning to imagine that inviting me to your house was an impulse. But I didn'
" You mean that? " he brings it to his nose, absorbing its fragrance. My scent. And then he puts it back in his pocket. " It's going to stay with me. My souvenir from this afternoon… " he smiles mischievously and continues on his way. Concentrating on work for the rest of the afternoon is proving very difficult. All the more so because… well, I feel vulnerable, still aroused by what we did earlier and the fact that I'm not wearing any panties. That's certainly not a habit I have. I confess that this boldness makes me feel sexy. Occasionally, I get distracted, and my eyes automatically search for his. It's incredible, but Brandon seems to sense it when I stare at him because, almost instantly, his gaze meets mine. Complicit, full of promises… I'm always the one who breaks this contact, for fear that we'll be caught. The whole thing is becoming very flammable. I'm standing next to the huge, dreaded printer, waiting for some documents, when Owen Taylor, the company's marketing directo
SofiaLaura, perceptive as she is, notices my nervousness and approaches me, touching my shoulder:" Are you all right? " she says quietly so that only I can hear her. I force a smile and shake my head vehemently, trying my best not to cry." I'm fine. " The man gave you a scolding, didn't he? " I deduce, knowing that I've come from the boss's office. " Don't be so upset," she consoles me, rubbing my shoulder. " That time comes for all of us here. I just shake my head, disconsolately, praying that she'll go away before I burst into tears. " I'll be fine. " Yes, you will. If you need anything, just call me, okay?" Okay. " I mumble and thank the heavens for being left alone. I know she's trying to help me, but I need to recover from the shock.The phone vibrates frantically on my desk. I know it's him. I silence the device, shove it in the drawer and focus on my work, despite what I feel inside. I'm heartbroken. Shocked. Wounded. So that's what he thinks of me… I feel ridiculous,
I abandon the apple I couldn't even taste in the trash can and lower my head when another realization hits me. I'll have to look for a new job. " Shit. " I stammer and throw myself on the sofa, sulking. I like that job, and it pays very well. However, it will be impossible to stay in the same environment as Brandon Reeves. Firstly, because I'll feel worse and worse, knowing what I've done and why he thinks I did it. I wanted him. I really did. Likewise, I still want him, I have to admit. I shrink away. He moves me… And in the days that followed, while we were together, the physical attraction gave way to something stronger, which I'm afraid to name. I admire the man he is… well, I did. Bloody hell. My sexual side came out with him. I didn't even think I liked sex, but Brandon showed me that I was just the wrong guy. I'm really going to miss our nights in suite 220… I startle when I hear the doorbell. I widen my eyes and think: it can't be. My heart seems to be beating out of my mou
I put on another suit and pencil skirt I bought, this time navy blue, and a white silk blouse for a little contrast. I bought it to look nice for Brandon. But it won't be because of the current situation that I stop wearing them. I put on my shoes and pick up my new handbag, which I've just been given. I stop for a moment before heading for the exit door and sigh. The time to enjoy giving myself a few little things seems to have passed rapidly. I laugh derisively." I really am very lucky. A joke. " and I leave to face what will be hell for me: spending all day seeing that man, knowing that in the end I won't be in bed with him. When I get to the office, as soon as I get out of the elevator and see my desk, I slow down. I see that there is a small bouquet of red roses on my desk. There's a note. I pick it up."Looking forward to your forgiveness. Yours. B" Disgustedly, I looked upstairs. Brandon is already there. He's sipping something from a porcelain mug that, I believe, is his s
I laugh again, this time throwing my head back." For God's sake. I don't want another man any time soon. I've realized that I have a rotten finger for men." Girlfriend, we all do. " the girl raises her glass in a toast. " That's why I'm not attached to anymore. I notice a twinge of resentment in her voice. But just as Laura isn't interrogating me about my love problem, I'm not going to interrogate her either. Perhaps the day for confidence between us will come. We order sweet cocktails, without too much alcohol. After all, it's still Tuesday and we have to work the next day." How long have you been working at Next level? " I start because I'm truly interested in knowing. Laura twists her lips, and seems to think." I think it's been two years. I used to work for another company, but I had to leave. Long story. " she takes a sip of her drink and puts the glass down on the table, looking a little pensive. " Maybe one day I'll share this sinister part of my past with you. " and lau