Chapter 18
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The plane landed safely. What’s not? My sanity. It flew right off my head the moment Johnny locked us in that damn cabin—and it hasn’t come back since.
And honestly? It ruined my whole day.
Jetlag? Nah. More like sexlag.
I had to show up at the office totally sleep-deprived. No time to pick an actual outfit, so I just threw on whatever my hands landed on.
“That would be your third cup.”
I yelped when someone spoke from behind me just as I was adding ice to my coffee, sending it splashing in every direction.
When I turned, I saw Stefano wincing. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.
“It’s okay. I’ve had way too much coffee. That’s probably why I’m jumpy,” I chuckled, grabbing some napkins to clean the mess.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, with that sweet, worried tone as he stepped in to help.
I shrugged. “Yeah, why not?”
“I don’t know… you just seem a little off today,” he replied, tossing the napkins into the bin and grabbing a cup for himself.
“Maybe it’s my outfit?” I glanced down at my sad monochrome getup. The only pops of color were my dangling orange earrings, a yellow scarf, and my favorite printed kitten heels.
He just chuckled softly.
“How’s the building's design? Everything okay while I was gone?” I asked—like I’d make a difference.
“Yeah, everything’s good. It’s just that Mr. Miles' request is a bit tricky. I asked my team to work on it. I’m actually focusing on it all week, so… I won’t be around the building that much,” he said, sipping his creamy coffee. “You? You’ve been gone a couple days. Took a day off?”
“Day off? That’s a myth for me,” I snorted, sitting on a stool and spinning my cup between my hands. “I was in Boston with the boss. Had a meeting to settle. But… we came back without an agreement.”
Should I even mention how that trip also brought me my most sinful desire?
My pee-pee’s still purring.
“Is that why Mr. Miles is a bit not in the mood today?” he asked, making me frown.
“He’s not?”
“Yeah. He was yelling at someone before I came in.” He pointed down the hall, and right on cue, Johnny’s voice echoed like an angry troll stomping through the building.
He was fine this morning. Quiet, even. What’s his problem now?
Did he go insane?
“Maybe I should head back to my desk. Find out why the beast is roaring,” I muttered, making Stefano laugh softly.
“Okay, but seriously—come to me if something goes wrong.”
Sweet like candy. Handsome like Brad Pitt. This guy is seriously trying to poison my already poisoned heart.
I gave him a smile before heading out to follow the commotion. But just as I turned the corner—
My stupid heel broke.
I lost balance. Coffee flew. It splashed and scattered… on Johnny’s suit.
“Ah!” I gasped, slamming into the wall to steady myself, but my eyes locked on Johnny—whose already pissed aura cranked up ten notches.
The entire floor fell silent. Like, cemetery silent. The only sounds? The paper shredder and my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
“Eh…” I squeaked, yanking out a hankie and dabbing his suit in panic. “Sir—I’m so sorry!”
The coffee was cold. Good thing he’s hot.
I glanced up. He was staring at me, teeth clenched, jaw feathering like he wants me to turn into ashes.
Shit. I’m so cooked.
What’s even his deal? He was laughing with Daniel earlier. What is this, his time of the month?
“In my office. Now,” he said through gritted teeth and turned sharply.
I froze. Mentally prepping for whatever hell was coming.
Oh, I have tons of ideas. Some said I was about to get fired. Others? That maybe I’d get spanked. And a few? They told me to just be a rock. Stay Cassidy North. Ice queen mode: on.
“Did I tell you to just stand there?” Johnny squinted at me, halying to his steps when he noticed I wasn’t following.
I spotted Stefano exiting the break room. I gave him a wince before finally walking toward Johnny.
Apparently not fast enough—he grabbed my wrist and dragged me like I was his damn carry-on.
“Ouch!” I whined as we entered his office. “Can you not do that? You’re hurting me.”
He let go and turned to face me. “What time is it?”
I looked down at my watch. “Quarter past noon… Lunch time?”
“Lunch time,” he repeated. “Meaning?”
“Uh… it’s lunch?” I stupidly answered.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Meaning, you should get me something to eat.”
I blinked. “Huh? Since when did I become your maid? You always go out with someone to lunch. You’ve never asked me to get it for you.”
Johnny exhaled sharply, hands on his hips. “Are you questioning me?”
“No. I’m just pointing out your usual habit,” I replied, not even feeling guilty. “Besides, if you wanted food, you should’ve told me.”
He scoffed. “Well, I have been calling your desk. What, like three times?" He even lifted three of his long fingers. "And where were you? Flirting with that architect?”
“Flirting?” I frowned. “I was getting coffee!”
He narrowed his eyes like he wanted to see my soul. “Oh, yeah?”
“Well, yes,” I nodded. “See the evidence?”
I gestured to his soaked shirt… and had to swallow hard. Because darn it. That wet shirt molded what it hides.
He followed my gaze and raised an eyebrow. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“What?!” I barked. “Look at this!” I showed him my broken heel. “These cheap-ass shoes broke ‘cause I was hurrying to calm your t**s before you burned the place down!”
“And what makes you think you can calm me?” he asked, voice low, teasing, and absolutely humiliating sideways.
My mouth opened… but nothing came out. I mean, who am I to control his moods? This isn’t Twilight. He’s not Edward, and I’m not Bella. This is real life.
“Undress me,” he suddenly said, snatching the mug from my hand and tossing it onto the carpet with a dull thud.
“W—what?” I choked.
“You heard me.” He stepped closer. “I said, undress me.”
I stood there like a paused video. Unmoving, unblinking, un-breathing?
“You know what I hate, Cassy babe,” he uttered distictly, standing right in front of me like doll ready to play dress up with me. “You know how I hate waiting.”
Gulping the stubborn lump in my throat, I reached for his jacket with shaky hands and slid it off.
I couldn’t tell if the trembling was nerves… or excitement. Because I knew where this could lead.
He wasn’t wearing a tie, so I went straight to unbuttoning his shirt.
One…
Two…
Then came his chest.
Three...
Four...
Then his perfectly sculptured abdomen.
I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and it landed on the floor.
“Now my pants.”
“Wh—”
“They’re wet too,” he cut me off before I could even rap my complain. “It's cold.”
Shitshitshit!
I unbuckled his belt, fingers fumbling with the button.
“Relax,” he said with a sensual chuckle. “There's nothing scary down there.”
Oh, but there is. That snake between his thighs. Knowing what it can do to me terrifies the s**t out of me. I’m still recovering from its last attack.
I found the zipper and carefully pulled it down, avoiding contact with… the bulge. But I could feel it. It was hard.
Because of the cold?
“Done,” I said, stepping back. “You’re undressed.”
The view? Tousled hair. Chiseled body. Only boxer briefs separating me from full-on sin.
This man is dangerous. Too hot!
I need a priest. I need holy water. I need to confess—I’ve seen the devil and he’s wearing Calvin Kleins!
I've been salivating for a man who owns a freaking mansion in hell!
“My underwear’s wet too,” he said, glancing down. “Take it off.”
I stared at him, wide-eyed.
“Oh, come on, Cassy babe. Don’t act like you haven’t seen it.” He smiled like the devil himself.
Then he reached out, hooked a finger on the waistband of my pencil skirt, and pulled me closer. And I was a puppet following my master.
“Take it off for me,” he whispered, and goosebumps exploded across my skin.
His hand slid around my waist, down over my butt, stroking me sensually.
And just as I started pulling at the waistband of his briefs…
The door burst open.
We both whipped our heads toward the noise.
We were caught. This is a scandal!
Tamara stood at the doorway. Behind her? A squad of men in expensive suits, all staring at us like they’d just walked in on a live porn instead of a dramatic soap opera.
“What is the meaning of this?”
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