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9. GET YOUR SEXY ON

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“Boss, someone is here to see you.”

Amber’s voice cut through the heavy silence in Davis’s office.

He leaned back in his swivel chair, loosening his tie as he exhaled slowly. The meeting with Chief Fergus Oldstone had drained what little patience he had left for the day.

“You know I just finished with Fergus,” Davis said tiredly. “Can’t it wait?”

“It could have,” Amber replied, her tone polite but pointed, “if we hadn’t granted a special visitor’s pass.”

Davis straightened slightly.

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  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   13. SHADOWS IN THE SUNLIGHT

    Chelsea woke to silk and sunlight.For a moment, she didn’t move. She lay still in the vast sprawl of the king-size bed, the sheets cool against her bare skin, the air faintly scented with something masculine—cedarwood and clean heat. The room was flooded with mid-noon light, filtered through sheer curtains that billowed softly with the breeze.Davis was gone.The realization stirred something complicated in her chest. Disappointment, yes—but also a strange, fluttering relief. She turned onto her back, staring up at the high ceiling, memories drifting back to her in slow, hazy fragments. She found herself tracing the line of her collarbone, her mind drifting back to the previous hours.The moment before replayed itself in sensations rather than images: the way he had touched her like she was something fragile and rare, the patience in his movements, the warmth of his body anchoring hers.It had been beautiful.Terrifying, too.Her lips curved into a small shy smile before she could

  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   12. BETWEEN WANT AND FEAR

    The cool air of the room hit her skin as the clasp of her bra gave way, but the chill was instantly replaced by the heat of Davis’s gaze. Her breasts, freed and firm, seemed to catch the light, their peaks rising with her shallow, quickening breaths. Davis pulled back just an inch—and admired them.He cupped her with a reverence that felt almost sacred, his thumbs tracing the soft curve of her pale skin. This woman was a masterpiece of soft lines and delicate strength."You are beautiful... so perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with a wonder that stole the air from her lungs. Chelsea felt a flush creep from her chest to her cheeks. He leaned in, trailing a lingering kiss over the slope of her shoulder and down her ribs before tracing a path back to her lips. She met him there, her hands tangling in his hair, anchoring herself to him as he lifted her with effortless strength and settled her onto the cool sheets of the bed.She watched him, her eyes dreamy and fixed on the sharp, ha

  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   11. UNFINISHED

    A long pause stretched between them, thick and suffocating.Chelsea sat frozen on the edge of the bed, her fingers curled tightly into the rumpled sheets beneath her palms. Her heart hammered so loudly in her ears she was sure he could hear it. She didn’t dare speak. Didn’t dare move.Davis turned away from her.She watched him cross the room, his strides long and restless, until he stopped before the wall-length window. Beyond the glass, the estate spread out in quiet magnificence—manicured lawns, fountains glinting under the sun, the world calm and obedient beneath his ownership. He stood there like he belonged to it all, broad shoulders tense. Her eyes traced the powerful landscape of his back. He was beautiful in a dangerous way—solid, controlled, carved by confidence and power. The lines of his muscles shifted beneath his skin as he exhaled slowly_ the broad shoulders tapered to a lean waist, and there was the striking Yin and Yang tattoo etched precisely at the nape of his neck

  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   10. IN HEIGHTS OF PASSION

    “Amber, cancel the rest of my meetings for today. I have...important things to attend to," Davis selected his words over the phone. “I'll be leaving.”An affirmative “Noted, sir” from Amber was satisfactory enough for him to hang up. “I'm sorry if I am causing any inconvenience. If you want...”“I'm not sorry,” Davis scoffed cutting Chelsea short. He closed the space between them. Chelsea held her breath as his knuckles gently brushed a wisp of hair off her cheek. “We should get going,” he mummured.One hand rested firmly on Chelsea’s thigh while the other held the steering wheel steady, Davis driving as fast as the speed limit would allow.The road stretched endlessly ahead, smooth and quiet, but Chelsea felt as though she were tumbling headfirst toward something she could no longer stop. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, each beat echoing louder than the last.This man wanted her.And all that stood between him and pinning her beneath his weight was the short distance betwe

  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   9. GET YOUR SEXY ON

    “Boss, someone is here to see you.”Amber’s voice cut through the heavy silence in Davis’s office.He leaned back in his swivel chair, loosening his tie as he exhaled slowly. The meeting with Chief Fergus Oldstone had drained what little patience he had left for the day.“You know I just finished with Fergus,” Davis said tiredly. “Can’t it wait?”“It could have,” Amber replied, her tone polite but pointed, “if we hadn’t granted a special visitor’s pass.”Davis straightened slightly.Only two people had access like that.His mother—Queen Dylan—was currently out of town.That left only one other possibility.A slow smile tugged at his lips before he could stop it.Chelsea.Despite the endless meetings, the emails, the pressure stacking on his shoulders, she had refused to leave his thoughts. Her angry face from that night—flushed, trembling, beautiful—had haunted him in the quiet moments between work. The way her lips had parted when she spoke. The way she had looked at him like she hat

  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   8. BOY ISSUE?

    Elena’s voice cut through Chelsea’s thoughts like a soft knock on glass.“Chelsea?”She looked up, startled, realizing she had been stirring the same spoon through her soup for far too long. Lunch had come and almost gone, and she had barely tasted a thing.Elena studied her with gentle concern. “You’ve been quiet today. Is everything alright?”Chelsea straightened slightly. “Yes. I mean—yes, everything’s fine.”Elena didn’t look convinced. She glanced toward the corridor leading to the ward. “Is everything okay with Robert?”Chelsea’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile despite herself. “Oh. Yes. He’s… actually doing better. He even shared his snacks with me today.”Elena’s face lit up. “He did?”Chelsea nodded. “Cookies. He pretended he didn’t care, but he offered them anyway.”Elena laughed softly, pleased. “That’s huge. Robert rarely shares anything with anyone. He must really like you.”Chelsea felt a flicker of pride warm her chest.“We’re making progress,” Elena continued.

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