CHAPTER THREE

—LENA:

 The ache in between my thighs has been building for so long. Tonight, It felt like my body was humming with it. Sebastien had told me not to put on my shirt, and for some reason, I accepted. Now I was walking around his office in a tiny fabric which did nothing to hide how my body reacted to him as i tried to finalize the contract review.

I was cold, but I was also so hot. Did it count as workplace harassment if I wanted him to bend me over his desk as bad as I did? I know how inappropriate this was but that didn't stop my body from yearning it.

“I can hear you thinking.” He grumbled from his desk, not looking up at me. “I don’t pay you to think. Are you done with the revision?”

I leaned towards him and dropped the files in front of him. His gaze immediately zeroed in on my cleavage. I refused to straighten.

“Mr. Vale.” I said, “Is there any particular reason why you’ve refused to let me put back on my shirt?”

His mouth curved at the corner, he finally dragged his gaze away from my boobs and cocked a brow. “Miss. Moreau, can you tell me with complete honesty that you want to?”

I shivered at the low timbre of his voice. It was unfair how attractive he was. Unfair that his reputation when it comes to women made it worse. He looked at me like he already knew the answer. If he told me to get on my knees with mouth wide open for him, would I do it? The answer was yes. Without hesitation.

“We can’t do this.” I said quietly, holding his gaze. “People in the office already think I’m sleeping with you to keep this job.”

He titled his head, tongue pressing briefly to the inside of his right cheek. "I'm struggling to see your point. Do you really think I kept you here after office hours just to fuck you?”

Heat rushed to my face “Of course not.”

“Good" He stood, closing the distance between us. "Because if I wanted to have sex with you, I don’t need to go through all these”

My pulse slammed as his finger caught the strap of my camisole, lifting it–lifting me.

“You and I both know " He said softly " that if I asked, you’d be bent over my desk, begging in seconds "

“That’s not true.” I lied. “I’m not that easy.”

His grin was slow and deliberate, his canines caught the light, sharper and longer than normal. “When you lie," he murmured "your pulse flutters right there”

His finger brushed my neck. I pressed my thigh together, a sound slipping from me before I could stop it.

“You’re so warm.” He murmured, leaning closer, “So soft. And you smell so…alive.”

It was such an odd thing to say. I was stunned for a moment, before I could question what he meant, his fingers slid my strap off my shoulder, exposing one cleavage. I gasped.

“So pale.” he murmured “I bet you’d bruise beautifully"

My breasts fits beautifully in his palm, when his thumb brush my hardened nipples, pleasure shot through me. I couldn't control the moan that escaped my throat. “Mr. Vale…” I whined,

"If I wanted you," he said quietly, " You would not be standing here arguing"

“You’re just lucky.” I shot back weakly. “Any other time, I'd report you to HR.”

His smile sharpen. “You know exactly how to push my button ”

I felt my breath seized as he stripped the second strap of my camisole, exposing my breasts to his hungry eyes, like I was something he owned. “Does the threat of HR nightmare get you all hot and bothered?”

His teeth grazed my neck, eerily sharp. I shivered. “When you get mouthy like this, I have to stop myself from shutting you up with my cock.”

I grinned against his thighs as I moan carelessly, i could feel my panties soaked. " You should have" I whispered.

“You can.” I whimpered. “You should have.”

He grazed and licked my soft spor one last time before pulling back to look at me. His eyes blown wide, dark and intense

“So they weren't wrong after all." He said coolly "You have been aching for me. And you got so offended earlier. Aren’t you an hypocrite?”

His words felt like a slap to my face. I pulled away from his arms, heat draining from my body."That’s not the same thing and you know it.”

He raised a brow. “Do I?”

Anger snapped into place. I adjusted my camisole and stepped back. “They are saying I slept with you to get and keep my job.This –" i gestured. "makes it worse.”

Sebastien clicked his tongue " Ah! Integrity then. You sleep with me now and it’s just pleasure, we’re two consenting adults who wanted it. Doesn’t matter that I’m your boss and your job security is in my hands.”

I scoffed, realization hit hard. “You think I’m doing this becuase I'm scared of losing my job?"

He raised that infuriatingly perfect brow again. “Aren't you?"

I laughed sharply. " Wow! I thought you were just an asshole. Turns out not even your face card can make up for it "

Sebastien blinked, genuinely caught off guard. “It’s entirely your fault for holding me up to a standard just because you find me attractive. I’m not a good man, Miss moreau." He said evenly. "It’s best you learn that early"

His gaze drifted to my neck and his eyes flashed. I could care less if he wanted to kiss my neck again, he can go to hell. I put on my shirt and started packing my things in anger.

“I’m going home.” I spat. “If that’s acceptable by you, boss.”

He didn't stop me.  At the door, I turned long enough to flip him off–then slammed it shut behind me.