All Chapters of Traded to my Husband's CEO Boss : Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

YVONNE'S P.O.VThe moment I stepped into his minimalist home, I knew I had crossed a line. And with the way his eyes were on mine—watching me, my face and neck and lips… I wondered if Mr Voss had, too Stepping into the clean and quiet home was crossing the threshold of Boss and the assistant. This felt too…intimate. By bringing me here, he was allowing me to see a part of him.I wonder what things would change before the night was over. The thought made a shiver run down my spine“Wait here,” Mr. Voss requested beside me as he walked into one of the rooms. I used the moment to let out the sigh I've been holding. Later, when I get to my home, I could give myself a good scolding for the humiliation I caused both of us, but right now, I really, really needed to clean myself up.Moments later, I heard the sound of running water, he came back outside and then gestured to the room he'd just left. “Bath’s running. There are towels on the rack.”My throat dried up and for a moment, I just s

YVONNE'S P.O.VAt least one good thing came out of the near embarrassment of a few days ago.I wasn't pregnant And the relief alone could make me breathe properly as I flipped through the files on my desk. It was another very busy, very hectic day at SilverThorn's group.My woke load had pulled over the weekend and so did Mr Voss. He's been from one call to another, one meeting to another since he arrived.I glanced at the closed doors of his office, wondering how his meeting with some Asian investors was going.My mind wandered back to his attempt at making pasta just two days ago and a smile stretched on my face. Clayton Voss is many impressive things, but a good cook is not one of them.If I said I hadn't thought about him more times than I can count, then I'm lying. No matter how much I try to shove the thought aside, it always surfaces with force. And any time I think of that look on his face, while he brought me into his home and the way he stared at me in his kitchen, my toes

CLAYTON'S P.O.VFor the first time since I could remember, Aunt Stephanie's presence didn't register in my mind as she yapped on and on.I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying, not when my mind was still playing my conversation yesterday with Yvonne in a loop.The first rays of morning sunlight brightened my entire office, making the coral blue and white look sharper. Light spilled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a fine gold hue on the glass.I kept my office spacious and the furniture minimal, with two shelves and a large desk that was a slab of white marble. I had two doors to my office. The First was connected directly to my private elevator that only my business partners, board members, and family members could access That was my preferred entrance and exit, since using it meant I got to avoid all the gushing and whispering employees; the other door was an adjoining one to Yvonne's office.I glanced at it.Right outside that door was Yvonne's workstation,

YVONNE'S P.O.V“Just this one time” I didn't even recognize the sound of my own voice. I didn't register the absurdity of what I was saying, and I surely didn't let myself think of what we were about to do.A shadow flashed across his handsome face and Mr Voss gave me a shallow nod.Tentatively, I moved forward and lifted my hips, pushing back so I was seated on his desk. My heart skipped a beat when Mr Voss put both hands on my knees. My skirt rode up and my blouse was hot against my peaked nipples.This was wrong. This...we should be...But I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop.For one time in my life, for the first time in my life, I was choosing my pleasure and happiness. I was about to experience something no man had ever given me. I was about to know what pure ecstasy felt like.And why should I be guilty? Edgar had said he wanted a divorce, that his lawyer would soon send me the papers, and it's not like he was faithful to me in our marriage, so why should I have mixed feeli