sex-me boss.

After a night of love as perfect as Damon had anticipated, Olivia had returned home as tired as ever. Damon bade her farewell, marking the end of their adventure, without showing her his identity, but she preferred to do so because she would have looked for him if she’d ever known who he really was. He had told her that she would no longer receive his calls and messages, and she preferred it that way. She had slept without waiting for him to ask her how she was and everything. The next morning, she had to start work, so she’d got up very early to get ready, the last thing she wanted was to be late on her first day.

By the time she’d finished breakfast, she’d bathed and dressed in a suit that perfectly complemented the shape of her body. It wasn’t her idea to seduce the boss, but she thought it was better than jeans, since that was what filled her wardrobe. When she was ready, she retrieved her handbag and left her apartment. She stopped a cab which left her in front of Dixon. Aviation.

Damon had been in his office since one o’clock, his usual time for going to the company. It had been a difficult decision the day before, but he’d made it. He wasn’t going to see or hear from Olivia anymore, and since it was so hard to forget her, he was going to go back to his old life; the ladies’ man that he was. He was tempted to summon her to his office at the drop of a hat, but no, he couldn’t, for his own good.

As Olivia crossed the company lobby, she saw the receptionist waving at her. She walked towards her and the receptionist handed her a badge with her floor number on it.

-You’ll be working in the company’s management and accounting department. Monsieur Dubois will be your boss, and you’d better watch out, he’s a sexy man who’ll hit on anything that breathes. I think you need to leave already, and your office is the third door.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she was afraid of being assigned to the CEO’s floor, which bore an uncanny resemblance to her mysterious stranger. She thanked her and took the elevator, which left her on her floor. She got out of the crate and went to her office door. As she inserted the key in the lock, she heard a deep voice thundering behind her. She turned around and came face to face with a tall and very sexy man in a suit that molded his body perfectly.

-You’re three minutes late,” she heard.

She lost herself in those dark eyes that stared at her as if she were a piece of meat. She was sure she found him attractive, but no more so than the CEO, she’d thought before shaking her head frantically to quickly forget this unhealthy idea.

-I’m sorry if I startled you, Miss Turner, I’m Martin Dubois, your boss, and I’m a big fan of punctuality.

She wanted to apologize, but every time she opened her mouth, nothing came out. The man’s voice disturbed her so much. Martin smirked as he winked at her, already knowing that she’d be the second he’d put to bed.