Clara didn't know which she would have preferred, but having to follow Leon to Andre's table to exchange pleasantries had been a hassle. Especially because she got to see the young female CEO in person and confirm bitterly that Ariadne Page exuded more feminine sensuality in real life than what she had seen on the covers of magazines. She had a tanned skin which matched Andre's skin tone, and she wore her lipstick as bold as her personality and choice of revealing evening dress. She found herself comparing the black office suit she had worn to Ariadne's red dress with a low cut neck which exposed the luscious flesh of her generous cleavage. She suddenly felt too skinny and petite and her outfit failed to suit the occasion. Who came to a fancy dinner looking that official anyway? It hadn't helped when Ariadne had acknowledged her. "Oh, Clara Lynn? Andre, you didn't tell me your assistant is this beautiful." Next she had smiled and complimented Clara's hair and shoes, making her feel

Mr. Wang's perfectionism was unmatched, Clara admitted as she stared at the invitation to the dinner for the umpeetenth time, a smile gracing her features as she felt the classic platinum black card with a champagne gold ribbon used to make a bowtie around it. It had been delivered in a little champagne gold box, hinting at the interior decor which suited the theme of the party.She tapped her manicured fingers against it; wine red nail polish which matched the shade of her matte lipstick and her toe nails, making her small lips bolder and her feet more sexy as they peeped from the gold Gianvito Rossi stilettos which made her straight waxed legs look endless. In an off the shoulder black dress which hugged her slender figure and exposed her left leg through the slit which went all the way to the knee, Clara Lynn looked as though she were the host as she stepped into the hall.She was an hour early to ensure that Joe Wang, the Chinese-American famous event planner had g

 Guilt, shame, embarrassment, fear... At the top of the list was lingering lust, because although they had just been busted, Andre had never looked more sexy with his hair dishevelled and his lips smudged with her lipstick. He didn't attempt to arrange anything anymore, but pulled out his handkerchief, dabbing at the corner of his lips.   Clara felt like the lowest of all bitches standing before  Ariadne who had just caught her with her boyfriend... Boyfriend? Were they really dating or just fucking?   It didn't matter, because she had done the same thing she hated Dane for. She had become a partner in the crime.   

This was crazy, she had gone malady.These things happened all the time?Yeah, they damn well did because she had certainly fucked her way all the way from high school to internship right?Clara regretted using the expression as soon as she was in her office and able to analyse her statement, wondering how well she had done sounding like a slut of the highest order.But on a second thought, she imagined it was better than letting him see for a second, how much she wished they hadn't been interrupted. The weekend had been marked with nights of sexual self-catering and flying solo, with memories and thoughts of Quinn Andre driving her to madness. At this point, she could say that she had successfully orgasmed more times in days than she had in months while dating Dane. The selfish bastard always got off on his own and then either claimed to be tired or spent a few minutes humping around without hitting any spot. It was weird, she h

  "I'm still surprised you would do that for me." Minutes after Bruce had left, Andre broke the silence between them.   "I didn't do it for you, I did it for work." She was mad at him, he could tell from her tone and stiffened shoulders. She had feigned smiles when Bruce had been around, but her face had turned stony as soon as the younger man had left.   The meeting had gone well, with Bruce fuming at having been deceived and apologising for letting his emotions intrude in his professional life. Andre had spoken with the CEO as well to confirm his acceptance, and so far, everything had gone fine.   Except that Clara Lynn was still sulking.   "Your professional spirit should be emulated indeed." His tone was sarcastic, and she didn't give him any reply, but grabbed her purse, pushing herself up from the lounge seat, where the meeting had