Love In The Boardroom

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After a while, Martins could feel her inner muscles contracting, squeezing his erection even tighter. Their moans reverberated the room as Martins accelerated his movements to build up their climax together. Then with one deep thrust, they reached their release, and both cried out in rapture.

He collapsed onto her and gave her a passionate kiss. He was still panting when he stared directly into her eyes.

The next morning......

Martin's eyes snapped open as his phone vibrated a few meters away from him in his luxury hotel suite. He had paid top dollar for this room, and he knew every inch of it.

He sat up, rubbing his temples. The events of the previous night flooded back – the drinks, the loneliness, and the escort he had arranged to meet him here.

Martin glanced beside him, finding Emily still fast asleep. His eyes narrowed. Must be the escort, he thought. Should she not be gone by now? As he began to dress, Emily's eyes opened wide, just a few seconds ago a mad man was chasing her in her dream.

She pushed herself up, her heart racing as she looked around the room. Clothes were strewn everywhere—hers, his. Panic rose in her chest. Where the hell was she?

"Who are you?" she snapped, her voice laced with venom. Martin raised an eyebrow.

"You're in my room," he replied in a very cold low voice. "I think that's a better question."

"I don't know how I got here," she said, her voice rising.

"You must be joking," he said. "You're not exactly in a position to play dumb." Martin's jaw clenched.

"How dare you!" she exclaimed. "I don't even know you!"

Of course, she knew who Martins was, she had seen him online, she had seen his abs on billboards, she had seen him at conferences, at dinners but she never knew him personally. She never looked at him and so did he.

Martin shrugged. "I paid for this room, and I paid for your... service, woman,I think what you should do right now is get the f**k out," he said, his tone icy.

Emily's face turned red. What the hell did he mean service?

"You think you can buy me? You cannot even afford me neither can you foot my bills fucker," she spat.

Martin's eyes narrowed. "I think we had an agreement," he said. "And you're not holding up your end."

"Get out!" she yelled as her anger boiled over.

"This is my room," he said. "You're the one who needs to leave" Martin smirked.

"You must be crazy to think you just have me and tell me to go, who the hell are you again?"

Emily's gaze moved around the room, taking in the opulent decor.

"I don't remember coming here," she said, looking all confused. Was she not at the bar the night before?

Martin remained skeptical.

"Save it," he said. "I'm not buying the innocent act, just leave."

"I'm telling you, I don't remember," she insisted.

"Fine," he said. "Play it that way. But you're still leaving." Martin raised an eyebrow.

Emily scrambled out of bed, her clothes disheveled.

"This isn't over, you don't wanna know who I am," she warned.

Martin chuckled. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots," he said.

As Emily stormed out of the room, Martin couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. Do bad women suffer from amnesia too? Who did she think she was, anyway?

He buttoned his shirt when his personal assistant, Jeremy entered the room looking all confused.

"Who the hell is that woman?" He asked with arched brows.

"I was going to ask you the same question boss, the escort left last night when you refused to open the door, so I am confused too boss,"

"The escort wasn't that woman that left?"

"No, this woman looks familiar but I cannot remember where I have seen her,"

"She does look familiar to me too but I do not believe just call the escort service right away and confirm," Martin commanded.

Jeremy grabbed his phone and dialed the escort service,

"Hello?" a smooth voice answered.

"Last night's arrangement," Jeremy said. "Did you send someone aside kassia?"

"Let me check," the voice replied. After a pause, the voice returned.

"I'm afraid we sent no one, kassia returned late last night after the client won't see her, Mr. Jeremy. Kassia was our only girl last night."

Martin's eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean?" he demanded.

"If the client had been with someone else from Kassia, the lady isn't from us," the voice explained.

Martin's face darkened. "Find out what happened Jeremy," he growled.

As he hung up, Martin could not shake off the feeling that he had been played. Who was the woman, really? And why had she ended up in his bed?

If it was a setup, it could cost his reputation. He was sure he had seen her before but he wasn't sure where. He paced around the room, trying to make sense of the situation. The escort service had never messed up before. Not like ge had actually used them but it was number one on every billionaires list.

He stopped pacing for a second and looked around the room. Emily had left her Louis Vuitton purse on the nightstand. How could an escort afford that? It must be fake. Martin picked it up, searching for any clues. Inside, he found a driver's license, a business card, and a receipt from the hotel's bar and restaurant.

Emily Taylor, CEO of Taylor Enterprises.

Martin's eyes widened. This was getting interesting. He dialed his assistant, Jeremy immediately.

"Get me everything on Emily Taylor," he said.

"Yes, sir," his assistant replied.

Martin waited impatiently for the information. And as he waited, he couldn't help but wonder.

What had Emily been doing in his room? And why had she pretended to be an escort? He should have known when she appeared drunk and took big for a escort. It was more like he got better than what he ordered. Two things is certain, her name was Emily Taylor and she is a CEO, no wonder she was rude. The answers, Martin vowed, would be his.

Soon Jeremy came in with a brown file. He was the quick type.

"Sir, I have the information you requested," Jeremy said.

Martin's eyes scanned the documents.

And then he saw it.

A connection between Emily and his over hyped social rival, Austin Miller. Austin had taken a very few pictures with her at conferences, dinners and gala. Martin thought she was playing hard to get. Martin's eyes narrowed. This was war. He would uncover Emily's secrets. And he would make her pay. The game has begun. Martin smiled to himself. This was going to be fun.He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. The hunt was on. Even though she was a spotless CEO, he was not convinced.

Emily got to her house all drained and tired. She knew the problem and it was not a big deal, she had entered the wrong room and hooked up with Martins Reed. After all, they are adults and they should be responsible for their actions and decisions. And there would not be a big problem because she knew Martins Reed as a billonaire who hated useless scandal and appearance so she was sure the media wouldn't get to know. Her body was sore and she kind of like its redness. Whatever happened the night before must have really felt nice but he could have just spoken nicer to her. At least she did not have any s*x with the mad man in her dream and speaking of mad, Austin Miller had dropped her a ton of messages about a date she is not even going to attend. He has four baby mama's already and a thousand other girls he is sleeping with do what type of lie could he have told Old Mr. Taylor.

But that was not Emily's problem right now, her problem is the love bites all over her neck, there was no way she could cover it all with a Turtle neck. She had tried every shades of concealer they just were not going to cover her secret. She had to go to work today, she had a meeting to attend to with someone she did not even bother to listen to his name. She heard he was big do there is no way she could chicken out. Plus she hated wearing make over she preferred natural.

Emily stared at her reflection in her large bathroom mirror, wincing at the love bites on her neck. How was she supposed to explain those to her coworkers or dad? She rummaged through her makeup bag, searching for another concealer to cover up the secret.

"Urgh, f**k it," she growled.

"Emily, can I help you with anything?" Rachel said calmly from behind her, making Emily shake.

"No nothing, just this damn concealers would not even conceal anything,"

"What's good? What are you trying to conceal Emi?" Rachel pause and her eyes widens, "Are those love bites?"

"Maybe," Emily shrugged still staring at her reflection.

"Oh my goodness, you had s*x with a man?" Rachel asked completely stunned. Unbelievable.

"Oh no, it was a woman," Emily answered scarstic and the puzzled expression on Rachel's face made her laugh. "Just kidding, it was a great man, you don't wanna know,"

"Do you want me to get Trisha, she might help you with a make over?"

"You know I hate that, I'll just use the scarf,"

"C'mon Emily, the scarf will not cover this huge marks, I'll help you with the make over, it wont be much,"

As Rachel carefully applied the makeup, Emily's mind began to wander. How was she not able to resist Martin last night? She remembered out of the bar to the room she booked, but everything after that was a blur. And Martin... ugh. Who does he think he is, anyway? Some rich guy with a bad attitude. Emily shook her head, trying to clear the fog. She had work to do today. No time for dwelling on weird one-night stands.

She headed to her closet, scanning her outfits for something professional. Work was her own sanctuary, she could lose herself in spreadsheets and meetings.

But as she dressed, Emily's thoughts went back to Martin. What was his game? Why did he claim she was an escort? Anger simmered beneath her surface.

Emily grabbed her purse and headed out the door, determined to put Martin out of her mind. The morning commute was chaotic, but she welcomed the distraction.