Todos los capítulos de The CEO's Little Stripteuse : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"From the top again, Jerry. Tell me the issue." Theodore pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt the hint of a familiar friend coming to visit. His headache. Jerry, Theodore's COO and oldest friend, held the document firmly in his hand that Theodore refused to take. "I just finished processing the reports from the Italian winery. Apparently, the reason why the production has been so slow, is because 2000 acres of the vineyard is infected with Grapevine Trunk Disease," Jerry explained as he glanced over the report. It had been appalling news to him too  when he first read over the file only an hour ago. But it surely explained the production, or lack of, rather, with the Italian vineyard.This upset Theodore even more. In the wine business, that was probably one of the worst things that could've happened. "For how long?" Jerry gulped as he eyed the file again, even though he knew. "Uh-six months, sir." T

"You're late, Abigail."    She stopped dead in her tracks as she held in a wince. Abigail had hoped that she could've gotten past her boss'  office without him taking notice of her tardiness, but it's like he'd been waiting for her to just pop up out of the blue.    Abigail spun on her heels with worry etched on her face as she came eye to eye with the man. The manager of SHI Enterprises, who she answered to directly, gazed at her with an arched eyebrow. Since her office was down the corridor from his, she knew it was a long shot trying to sneak past without him realizing.    "I apologize, Mr. Hasnic. I-" He held up a silencing hand at her, and her heart plummeting in relief when his familiar smile lit his features.   

Abigail's Wednesday was just as any day of the week. It was hectic, tiring and long. Still, it wasn’t over yet.  She had just gotten home from her evening classes, feeling exhausted but still willing to do what she has to do to get by.  Grabbing a cup of coffee from the kitchen island, Abigail shrugged on a trench coat, fished for her keys from her purse and rushed for the door. It was almost 9 p.m., and she had to be in her dressing room to get ready for the 10 o'clock opening of the night club.  She had barely caught a breath after being in New York's terrible traffic on her way home from her classes, but she had to do what she simply had to do.  "Stay home and watch 'Home Alone' with me,

Theodore didn’t know what to say. He didn’t expect her to agree so quickly, but he was glad that she did.  “I am happy to hear that,” he said with a small smile. “I hope we can get along well.”  Abigail nodded with a nervous gulp. “Of course. But as I said, I have terms.”  “Name them.”  This seemed fair enough in his mind. He knew this was a hard decision for her to make, and he still wanted to do it for her own protection and benefit. So, a few terms on her side wouldn’t be too bad. It is, after all, her body.  “First of all, you cannot touch me. That still sta

Theodore circled Abigail as a lion ready to pounce on his prey. He enjoyed the shock and slight excitement on her face after seeing the room. It had been prepared the day after he sent her the contract. He figured if this was supposed to be her ’job’, a proper work area for her would be appropriate. He was pleased with the glint in her eyes as she examined the shiny silver pole under the red and pink lights. Across from it was a black, leather armchair for him. Her heels clicked against the black tiles as she crossed the room, and Theodore followed slowly behind her, appreciating the distinct swing of her hips under her large coat. He brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip of his wine as he took his seat. He watched carefully as Abigail easily found the music box, where she took a disk from her bag and slipped it inside its respective area. She was a natural, and the way she seemed so confident while doing something as simple as g