Claire's body was resting on Ryan's, both lying intimately on the couch. A huge flat screen was rambling on something none of the two paid attention at. Outside it was slightly raining, the water sliding smoothly on the glass of the great window.It felt peaceful; Claire couldn't deny this feeling of such rarity in her heart."Why did you rip off my blouse? Now I don't have anything to wear," Claire lamented.Ryan was smoothly toying with her hair, tangling and detangling the strands. "I was in a hurry to undress you, I guess," he answered flatly, grinning at her.Claire sighed. "You're so crazy, Ryan.” The back of her hand grazed his cleanly shaved face that made him look younger than his thirty-two years of age."You've said that over a million times already." Ryan's hands slid down to her waist, playfully reaching for the hem of his shirt.It was the only thing Claire was wearing right now."Ryan!" She giggled as he squeezed her butt with both hands, knowing fully well that she had
"I think I've got some explaining to do with Nathan," Claire muttered. "All thanks to your amazing indiscretion, Sir!" She changed the course of their conversation, and Ryan didn't seem to appreciate the turn."Don't call me Sir," he repeated his plea. "And why do you have to explain anything to Panther?" He frowned at the idea."Because he's my superior, and thanks to you he can now complete the puzzle on what's going on," Claire uttered and again their bickering started.And neither of the two was ready to back out."I don't owe an explanation to anyone, Claire!" Ryan snapped blatantly. "And, what is this with Panther? Are you close to him now?""Yeah, I'm close to him.” Claire snorted. "We are colleagues, we work together, and he's my boss." She slid the plate aside, annoyed.Ryan frowned. "Finish your food," he demanded."Excuse me?" Claire prompted quickly."I said finish your food," he repeated, sternly. "I want to see that plate clean, Claire, and I'm not bluffing.""Fuck! Why
Ryan took a seat behind his office desk and skimmed through some documents."This is good enough," he said pointedly, regarding the contract Harry had been working on. "And what's the emergency?" He turned towards Doris, who had been watching him taciturn.She sighed audibly and said, "I'm afraid Clancy has got you this time." She sat straight."What?" Ryan frowned."Where did you go, and without telling anyone?" Doris snapped angrily. "I've tried to reach you, but it seems you were too busy to answer!" She frantically rolled her eyes."Tell me about Clancy, what happened?" Ignoring the lady, Ryan turned to Harry for information.This was way more important for him."Well," Harry started, but when Doris got up stoutly like an angry wife, he had to stop his speech."Sit down, Doris!" Ryan demanded."I don't think you need me here, so why should I stay?" she replied harshly while reaching for the door handle."I said sit down, Director Marcos!" Ryan snapped aloud, his voice supreme. "I'
"Gosh, what a bastard that Clancy is," Claire snapped, and he laughed at her mad tone of voice. "So, you already have another project in mind for Montesby?" she asked."Yeah, by next year Montesby will be a part of the Government's Redevelopment Plan. Starting with the construction of a subway." Again he got engrossed into details, and Claire loved listening to his plans and visions of grandeur."Wow. And how the hell will you finance and manage another one?" she queried."In this industry, Claire, you can't let your guards down. It's one late move and you're out. So timing is also a merit, plus, I'm not the one financing the project.""Oh yeah? And who does?""Rule number one, never use your own money in Real Estate business," said Ryan, and Claire smiled with a raised eyebrow."What's rule number two?" she asked."Use only other people's money," he replied."That's the same thing." She laughed, her eyes staring down at him."That's the whole point." Ryan laughed as well. "If you sno
Ryan sighed heavily. "Is this about the call? Jeez, Claire. We were talking about office matters, so why are you behaving like this?" His voice was no longer teasing."I don't care," Claire said. "I'm not even sure what I'm doing here in the first place."Ryan strode toward her. "You're here because we both want to be here. I don't want you gone, and I feel like I'll go nuts if you try to do it?" He hauled her body closer.Sharply Claire inhaled some oxygen upon his embrace, her back against his hard chest She stilled in his arms, feeling the warmth. "Is this how you deal with Doris and all other women you fuck around?" she asked."I don't fuck around with just anyone," Ryan whispered, and then kissed her neck.She tilted her head in response. "Believe me," he added.Liar!"Oh, so I should be grateful, right? That the mighty Ryan Stevens has his dick on me?" Claire"Aren't you?" Ryan smiled, nuzzling her hair. "Just admit it, Claire, you don't want to go anywhere but here?" He gripped
"Sleep here tonight," Ryan croaked."Huh?" Abandoning the warmth of his bare chest, Claire glanced up at him. "Sleep here?" Her eyes awoke."Yeah." Ryan kissed her hair. "It's getting late and it's raining." Oh? But he could still drive her home, couldn't he? Claire blushed."Is that the only reason you want me to sleep here?" she asked, resuming her comfort in his arms, hugged possessively.How she loved feeling his body so near hers, and his naughty hands toying with her hair smoothly, if not her skin every now and then."Maybe I don't want you away tonight." Ryan smiled, lying more comfortable in his king-size bed, his wide back against the pillows. "You can go to work from here."How convincing! Claire was amused. Well, it was a tempting offer. It was undeniable that she felt different being here in his apartment, his bed, and in his arms. It felt serendipitous."I don't have clothes for tomorrow," she said softly. Her index finger was childishly trailing the contours of his sculpt
"You taste great, baby," Ryan muttered as he pulled back, still holding her trembling legs. "You can't come yet. I love doing it with you." He sprang his hard erection out of the briefs he was wearing."Please . . . Ryan." Claire couldn't hold it. She wanted him, she craved the release. She was breathing erratically. "Fuck me," she snapped, beseeching at him. "Please. Now. Deep."Obeying her wish, Ryan kissed her swiftly on the lips, and quickly eased his length inside her. She screamed as he filled her, and her legs curled around him, her mouth searching for his."Oh, baby, you feel so good," Ryan muttered, pouncing gently as he fixed himself. She hugged him, and began kissing again, ferociously. "Oh!" he grunted and began pushing faster, harder and deeper.Claire moaned loudly, his pace driving her nuts. It didn't take millennium to shatter in his arms, letting the tornado of pleasure take her away. She hugged him tight, and he held her firmly, both relishing the climax of their int
Joining the designing team was the best thing that could happen to Claire, as far as her career was concerned. Her team members welcomed her fairly enough, too. She had been working with them for three days now, and things were proceeding well to say the least.It was Friday when Jorge suddenly called her during lunch hours, and invited her out. She was skeptical at first, but when she thought about the favor he had done her by getting Gena a job, Claire realized she should at least be kind and accept his friendly gesture."Thanks for coming on such short notice. I was around the area and I thought we could have lunch together," Jorge said gently once they both settled inside the restaurant."It's okay," Claire replied with a small smile. "Actually, I should've invited you first. I wanted to thank you for hiring Gena; it means a lot to me.""It was no big deal," Jorge remarked while grabbing the menu. "She has great credentials, and there was an open position, so I thought why not?" H
The gym room! It suddenly crossed Claire's mind that she hadn't checked the gym room. Claire's eyes rested straight on Ryan when she entered the gym room. He was drenched in sweat, earphones on his ears, while running frustrated on the treadmill. It was crystal clear to Claire that he'd been doing this for a very good while. Her heart was pounding fast as she looked at him—at his wide back. The room was huge and spacious. It was serenely painted in white and light grey. A few workout machines were installed, including the treadmill near the wide window where Ryan was currently stationed. On the wooden floor lay two yoga mattresses, dumbbells, and medicine balls. Sighing, Claire slowly shut the door behind her and paced towards Ryan, who was extremely absentminded to even discern her presence in the room. She reached the treadmill and took a few steps to announce her presence. And he finally took notice of her. "Ryan," Claire called slowly, carefully, standing before his eyes. A
Being alone with Denis, inside the car, Claire could only think of the rides she'd had with Ryan.This felt different—awkward even— and she had to think twice before responding to whatev er Denis was rumbling about."Okay, I'm hereby dropping you home, safe and sound," he announced sassily once they arrived at Claire's."Are you sure you can't come in? The evil step mom will be very happy to see you," Claire said sarcastically."No, thanks, I'll pass," he replied defensively. Claire managed to laugh heartily. "Thanks for tonight; I had a terrific welcome back dinner." His tone softened, his eyes beaming."Um, pleasure," Claire answered. "I . . .guess I'll see you around. Have a good night?" She had nothing else to say, and the atmosphere was getting tense from the way Denis was staring at her.It was a longing stare."Sure. Be good." He smiled tightly, a wave of sadness crossing his face.When she walked inside the gate it was nearly eight. A sigh escaped her lungs as she stopped by t
Claire was with Denis around six in the evening.While seated across one another in the restaurant, Claire finally spoke after a long uneasy silence. "Do you realize you've been staring at me for minutes now?" she asked, trying to get rid of the small discomfort of his eyes devouring her."I know," Denis replied with a smile. "I guess I'm trying to encode this new you. You have really changed, Claire; you are so beautiful."Here it comes. Claire sighed."Was I ugly back then? Because I think that's what you're insinuating." She took a sip of water from the table.Denis chuckled. "No, you've always been beautiful, trust me. But you look more mature now, and you're glowing in some ways I can't explain." He tried to continue flattering her, but the maître d' interrupted with the menu. Denis looked at Claire and asked, "What would you like to eat?""Anything," Claire replied, her tummy responding with a faint grumble.If Ryan was here, he would definitely have something to say about it. S
Ryan was in his office going through several reports involving the remodeling project.Earlier this morning he had the pleasure of visiting the site, and the progress was visible. Heavy machines and equipment were active all over the place, with all the workers as busy as required."I found another one in Montesby. It's our new target," Ryan said while closing the file he'd been reading.Doris and Harry were also present in his office, and none of the other two seemed surprised by this news. Ryan always had a back-up plum—whether by luck or chance."Oh, finally we're kicking that bastard!" Harry was ecstatic. "Is it great?"Great was an understatement. Fuck, that land was a goldmine! Location itself was to die for—somewhere near the sea—and the look of it was already breathtaking without anything built yet. Ryan wondered if the owner was ready and willing to sell it. If not, he'd move heaven and earth to get the sale, by any means humanly possible."It's perfect for just anything," Ry
Ryan yielded completely into her embrace, and it was something new. He was only human, Claire thought. Right now he was like a baby, afraid to lose his security item."I'll try to be normal," he whispered, hugging her back tightly.Claire regretted mentioning that. Was he always this sensitive?"No, don't," she rebuked. "I want you to be yourself, Ryan. Forget what I said, huh?" Ryan sighed. "Look, I have my demons . . . but you take me as I am. It was very stupid of me to say such a thing, Ryan. Forgive me.""Really now?" Ryan raised his head, amusement evident on his face.Yes, that was her Ryan. Claire smiled."I mean, let's do things naturally. Let's not push beyond limits, and this discussion is over," she said seriously. "Let's take a shower and get in bed.""And then talk like middle school kids?" Ryan finally spoke in the same mocking tone that Claire knew by heart."We can even have a pajama party while at it," she teased.The shower was long and refreshing. Inside the dressi
"Okay, Claire, do you want me to undress your seatbelt or something?" Ryan asked after a long moment of silence.Oh, they were home already! Claire smiled as her eyes met the parking lot."It's okay, I can do it," she muttered."Or we can't just work on your fantasy instead," Ryan teased.Claire rolled her eyes at him. "I'm starting to regret telling you that, Ryan. You're being too sex-driven." She unbuckled her seatbelt."We both are, Claire." Ryan was amused, happy to have her right now."Maybe, but I'd rather use that huge car of yours instead of this," Claire suggested playfully, biting her bottom lip at the thought."The Vogue?""Yeah, that one," Claire said."Well, that's a fair point. It's huge and spacious," Ryan said thoughtfully, and Claire couldn't contain her laugh. "So we're saving for another time?""Yeah, for tonight I want something decent.""Something decent? What is this, Claire? Are you suggesting I've been molesting you all this while?" Ryan laughed heartily sayin
They continued talking about land and real estate until they finished dinner."So, you're really not going to my place?" Ryan asked on their way out."I have work tomorrow, Ryan, and sleeping at your place means no sleeping at all,"Claire said, and it made him laugh amusedly. "Oh, so I'm a clown now?""No, you're just being silly. And clown? Isn't that supposed to be my catchphrase?" Ryan queried while opening the car door for her."You stole Bruno's, why can't I steal yours? And I thought you were drunk last night; you still remember it?" She was baffled, wondering how much he managed to hear last night."I was drunk, but it doesn't mean I lost my mind." Ryan grinned.They arrived at Claire's around nine o'clock. At the same time, Jorge had also arrived.He was exiting from the taxi as she clambered off Ryan's car."Claire. Hi," Jorge greeted, a little surprised that she was brought in a man's car."Hi, Jorge. Why the taxi? Don't tell me your car broke down again," Claire replied, r
Claire was feeling giddy as she exited the building. Her eyes met Ryan's right away. He was leaning casually against his black Mercedes. He beamed boyishly when she rushed his way, and then he chuckled when she catapulted into his arms while smiling like a schoolgirl."God, I missed you," she whispered, her lips on his at the same time, hungry and longing."Me more, baby." Ryan kissed her back, holding her waist possessively."Oh no, we're at my workplace." Giggling, Claire pulled back, apprehensive of her surroundings.Ryan smiled. "The things you make me do, Claire," he said, for he was never acquainted with this public display of affection, either. She flushed, and his eyes were staring at her with daze. "You are still looking lovely even at night.""So are you," Claire replied, smiling with content at the mere sight of him.But suddenly Ryan's face contorted. "Why do you look uncomfortable with the shoes?" He lowered his gaze down to her heels.Oh boy! Time to get scolded. Claire
He sighed, and slowly laughter escaped him. "What's this all about, Claire?" he asked, leaning against his desk, arms across the chest.Claire looked vexed. "I simply don't understand why you keep sending me mixed signals," she said.Ryan frowned. "Mixed signals?""Yes. First you ask me . . . no, you beg me to sleep with you, and the next day you treat me like trash. So what is it that you want from me? If you're shutting me out of your life, then do it like a man, and stop this ridiculous and stupid game of yours!" Claire lashed."What about you?" Ryan asked coolly, ignoring her yelling."What about me?" She frowned."What do you want from me? You're the one who wanted me to leave you alone, and it's exactly what I'm trying to do. So then what do you want from me, Claire?" His voice turned louder, menacing even. He uncrossed his arms and stood up once again, just a step or two from her.What did she want from him? Claire asked herself, and the answer was crystal clear by now."I want