When we arrived at the suite, I had to hold back an exclamation at the luxury. It's as sumptuous as suite 220 in the previous hotel. However, there's not much time for anything, not even to admire the enormous place. I think I could take a shower before anything else, as I've been working all day, but Brandon has other ideas. As soon as the door closes, he takes off his suit, leaves it on an armchair, loosens his tie, unbuttons two buttons on his shirt, reaches for a condom from his wallet and leaves it on the sideboard. I just watch his decisive attitude, panting with anticipation. Then he comes over to me, helping me take off my suit. With agile movements, he pulls the silk blouse over my head, then his hands take my breasts in his palms, still under the lace of the bra. He presses me against the door with his body and comes to devour my mouth. " What have you done to me, Sofia? " he murmurs against my lips, his eyes glazed over " I can't stop thinking about you! " "I can't stop

In the end, we managed not to be late. I arrived at the usual early hour, and Brandon soon followed. The brief look he gave me was ardent and complicit… I pressed my lips together, disguising a smile. A few minutes later, I was handed a large bouquet of red roses. Even before I look at the card, I know who it's from. “For a wonderful night in your arms. B"I smile broadly. And then I notice that I'm still standing, staring dumbly at the tiny card… And that I'm getting many curious looks, including Laura's, who is sure to ask me numerous questions later. I quickly settle down, leaving the flowers on the corner of the table. I wonder if he bought the bouquet himself or sent someone else… No. Given the circumstances of the arrangement between us, Brandon probably bought it himself. That makes me smile again. Imagining him in a flower shop, choosing the flowers, writing the card… I sigh. Two things I've been doing too much: smiling and sighing. But what can I do? I can't help it. It's

" Son of a bitch! " he mumbles through his teeth. " You didn't go after him, you didn't take the law into your hands? " What could I do? Apart from investing my savings, everything was in my name. " I notice his negative nod and I cringe. " Yes, I know! I was very innocent! It was a lesson.Brandon lets out a breath." Yes, you were very innocent. But I can help you find this man if you like. Make him pay his share of the debt…" No!" I reply quickly. " Please! I don't ever want to see that man again! Seeing him again will remind me of how stupid I was for trusting him! " Well, just think about it. Now…" I begin slowly, as if testing the ground. " I would rather not see you serving anyone anymore! I don't want you to have to do odd jobs when I can look after you! Immediately, I clam up. I know what he means… " Brandon, please! No! You know what I…" Calm down. " He holds me between his arms as I try to get up. " Just listen to me, okay?After a few breaths, I nod and he continues

I also chose a wine that matched the menu. The meal took place in a pleasant atmosphere. I had forgotten what it was like to share dinner with someone special. After dinner, I make a point of doing all the dishes. He retorts that the maid can do it in the morning, but I insist, and then he rolls up his sleeves and comes to help me. " Tell me a bit about your family, your childhood. " Now we're settled on the giant sofa, wine glasses restored in our hands. Brandon sits on the edge and I stand in front of him. My shoes are off, and my knees are bent over my body.I smile. I like the question. It's a sign that he wants to get to know me better. " I grew up in a tiny country town. I was an only child. So my parents did everything they could to make sure I studied and had a good career. My mother owns a small restaurant and my father a homeward store. You can find everything there. From a screw to a lawnmower. I always helped my mother in the restaurant, and that's where my desire to o

" You mean that? " he brings it to his nose, absorbing its fragrance. My scent. And then he puts it back in his pocket. " It's going to stay with me. My souvenir from this afternoon… " he smiles mischievously and continues on his way. Concentrating on work for the rest of the afternoon is proving very difficult. All the more so because… well, I feel vulnerable, still aroused by what we did earlier and the fact that I'm not wearing any panties. That's certainly not a habit I have. I confess that this boldness makes me feel sexy. Occasionally, I get distracted, and my eyes automatically search for his. It's incredible, but Brandon seems to sense it when I stare at him because, almost instantly, his gaze meets mine. Complicit, full of promises… I'm always the one who breaks this contact, for fear that we'll be caught. The whole thing is becoming very flammable. I'm standing next to the huge, dreaded printer, waiting for some documents, when Owen Taylor, the company's marketing directo