Semua Bab The Billionaire's Secretary. : Bab 11 - Bab 20

I’m so engrossed in working to notice it’s lunch time already. My phone vibrates on the desk and I glance at it to see James’ message.Where are we having lunch today? My treat. Smiling, I’m composing a reply to him when a brisk knock sounds on my door. “Come in,” I call out.The door creaks open slowly, like the person behind it is unsure whether to proceed. I look up, expecting to see one of my colleagues. “Miss Griffin.”I find myself gasping at the sight of Neal Ward instead. What is he doing here?“Mr Ward!” I squeak, scrambling to my feet. His tall, broad-shouldered frame fills the space of my tiny cubicle of an office.We’re merely inches apart and I can feel the heat radiating off his gargantuan body. It’s heightened by the burning look in his eyes.“Is there anything I can help you with?” I ask, being careful not to stutter.He pins me with an indecipherable look that makes my stomach flutter wildly. “No…yes…It depends actually,” he begins, ”Are you going out

My fingers feel stiff as I unfurl my umbrella in preparation to step outside. It’s some minutes past six and the sky has darkened considerably, accelerated by the gloom from the pouring rain.My countenance is even darker. I should have been home an hour and a half ago.“Still around, Miss Griffin?”Delicious musky cologne hits my senses the same time as his silky baritone. He’s beside me in less than a second, his broad shoulders swallowing up the space in their characteristic manner.I look up to see him watching me impassively. His once immaculately tamed hair is now unruly after a whole day of work.“I had to catch up on some work,” I mutter, pretending his presence isn’t adding to the already existing goosebumps on my skin. “And you? What’s your reason for waiting?”The question is already out before I remember what Henry said about him being the first to arrive and the last to leave.“Clean up,” he shrugs, turning to look outside, “There’s always something to be done.”T

“So how long have you and Agatha been friends?”I try to make conversation as Neal drives, his eyes as focused on the road as they were on me a few minutes ago.“Nearly three years.”“And what does she do?” A look I can’t explain crosses over his face. “She’s a psychologist.”Of course. She’s obviously loaded.“Where did you guys meet?” The car jerks suddenly and I grab the edges of my seat out instinct. Scared, I glance up at Neal to see him glaring daggers at the road in front of him.Adrenaline pounds ferociously in my throat. Something tells me that look is meant for me.“Why the questions?” He growls quietly as the car resumes its smooth driving.I shakily regain my composure.“If I’m going to play the part, I have to know more about her.”He yields no further reply and we advance on our course in terse silence. After what feels like an eternity, we arrive at the location.It's one of London’s most exclusive ballrooms. Neal pulls the car as close up to the entran

“Oh yes!”I moan when he flexes his hips suddenly, causing his bulging erection to connect with my flaming center. The feeling is euphoric and I start to wantonly bounce up and down just have a repeat.Somewhere at the back of my mind, I’m aware that we are in the middle of the ballroom’s parking lot, humping like animals in heat.I manage to tear my lips away and articulate, “Car…please.”I register our bodies moving as one to the expensive Mercedes. When he unsuccessfully tries to pry the door open, the realization hits us both and we groan collectively.“The valet.” My feet touch ground again as Neal places me down, although he’s very reluctant. We’re panting and staring at each other as we separate slowly.Neal grabs my hand and kisses my individual fingers, murmuring, “Wait here. I’ll go find the valet.”Despite myself, I roll my eyes at him, “Leaving a lady alone in an empty parking lot? Your gentlemanly skills need urgent refining.”He chuckles– a lovely sound and say

“Shit!”I gasp and duck into the bathroom as fast as I can. In my haste, I forgot to check for the sign, so imagine my horror when one of the stalls open and a man steps out.He does a double take at the sight of me in what I now know is the men’s restroom.Choking on a scream, I whirl around and run out, only to slam into a brick wall. Two warm hands grab me, preventing me from falling backwards and humiliating myself any more than I already have.“Hey.”I feel like melting into a puddle of mortification. One glance at the ‘brick wall’ I walked into reveals it’s none other than my billionaire ex slash current boss slash the man that gave me two orgasms last night.What a mess.“Hi,” I squeak, “You’re never far away, are you?”His eyes are burning brighter than the sun, reminding me of the dream I had this morning. A chill passes through my body, causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin. “You were the one spying on me,” is his non-chalant reply.The bathroom door