4

Amanda managed to make it to the front of the hotel without running into someone to stop her. She was leaving early and didn't want to draw any attention.

Fortunately, she was able to get hold of her driver quickly. She instructed him to get her to her apartment before driving back for Tyra, since she was her ride.

As the car peeled away from the hotel premises, she took out her smartphone and went online. On the search bar, she typed 'Lucas Erikson'.

When the results loaded, his information was right there, on the first page. The first article was related to his latest career move:

"Hotshot NY Fashion CEO Joins Lemaiyan Fits"

She clicked on it. According to the article, Lucas had spent the past five years at the helm of the most successful fashion start-up in New York at the moment. He was with the company from the beginning and within a few years was able to make it a notable name in the industry.

A few more searches revealed that Lucas's former employer was indeed more valuable and popular than Lemaiyan Fits. Why, then, did he make the move?

She recalled Rebecca's words at the balcony. Had he truly gotten bored and decided to take up a new challenge?

But, why move all the way here from the States? Lemaiyan Fits might be unrivaled in the south African island nation and a regional giant, but they had a long way to go to make waves on the global map.

Amanda looked for older articles. Many were about his achievements at his old company. But more were about his personal lifestyle.

With bated breath, she read news of his playboy ways. Apparently, back in New York, he was one of the most eligible bachelors. Multiple times, he was linked to gorgeous women in the fashion and entertainment industries, but he never settled for one long enough. One article noted that when he joined Lemaiyan Fits, New York lost one of its most eligible bachelors.

Amanda scoffed and turned off her smartphone.

What a nice thought. She was just another in a crowd of women who fell for his godlike looks and charm. No wonder he was so effortlessly gentlemanly during their one week of rolling around the bed.

Also, no wonder he was unperturbed about their new work relationship. He had probably done this countless times. Did Rebecca's theory apply to this too?

Was she a challenge he no longer found exciting? She knew it shouldn't matter. But it bugged her, nonetheless.

Even a week after he left, she still got breathless remembering their time together. It was embarrassing to find out she was the only one who still looked back to that time with longing.

She sighed.

She was going to act like she forgot all about it too. Maybe then, she could salvage whatever pride she had remaining.

"Let go of me, Lucas! We're in the office."

Lucas shook his head and pressed his lips to the back of her neck. His hand snuck forward and crawled beneath her shirt. Seconds later, his fingers pushed her bra aside and cupped her bare breast. He rolled her hard nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"Shhh. No one will find out."

Amanda's heart beat like crazy. This was the most reckless thing she had ever done. Yet, despite her protests, her desire was winning against caution. She pushed her chest forward, greedy for his touch.

If they hurried up, they could get away with it.

She reached downwards and pulled her skirt upwards. Lucas grunted in approval and reached for his zipper. He pushed her panties to the side with one hand. Then, without warning, he plunged into her.

Amanda moaned in pleasure as he stroked in and out of her wet pússy. Her arousal rose with every thrust, and she knew she was going to come soon.

Lucas's lips rested near her ear. "Did Sam fúck you like this?"

Amanda tried to say something, but nothing came out.

"Did you enjoy being his office whore?"

His hand dug into her hips, his nails hurting her. She wanted to stop and slap him. But her body refused to move. Worse, her arousal didn't abate. He was taunting her, yet her body was taking what he was giving shamelessly.

She cried out as her orgasm hit…

She woke up in a sweat, her cotton nightshirt clinging to her flushed skin.

A dream!

Her breathing was erratic, her heart beating a mile a second. Between her legs, she felt the familiar sensation of arousal.

Mortified, she fled her bed and rushed to the bathroom. She took one look at her wide eyes and dilated pupils before splashing her face with water.

The last thing she had expected going to bed earlier on was having a sex dream about Lucas! Especially after finding out he was just another playboy feeding his stupid ego by bedding women left, right, and center.

What was wrong with her subconscious?

Yes, she liked the sex but she wasn't planning on sleeping with him again!

Cursing, she walked back into her bedroom and checked the time on her alarm clock.

It was four in the morning.

She wished it was Monday already. Work kept her busy. And sane. And while she wasn't enthusiastic about working with Lucas, she had to find a way to get him fired as soon as possible. The sooner she got back to work, the sooner she could get it done.

She settled beneath the sheets again. Closing her eyes, she wished she never met him two weeks before.