An immaculate white sheet covered her perfectly nude body, Ryan's arms wrapped around her. The feel of his warmth was relaxing, she mentally admitted as her strength was almost drained after the unplanned sex she'd just had with him.Did she really fuck him? She shut her eyes and quickly bolted from his cocoon. How could she allow it to happen? Remorse pooled in, but quickly got disrupted by the chirp of her phone inside the forsaken clutch on the floor."What?" Ryan frowned, sounding as though he wasn't ready to get up from this bed . . . And from this moment."I'm not sure what to think or feel. Should I thank you?" Claire muttered, sitting in bed while holding the sheet roughly to her chest, her back facing him."For what?" Ryan's voice was accompanied with a sigh as he moved closer. Claire could only hear him shifting. "Are you mad at me now?" He sounded sarcastic.Claire had no answer. Perhaps she was mad at herself.Without saying a word, she stood up and began gathering her st
Ryan was also gone, and around the same time. One plus one makes two, and she knew the two were together somewhere."I went out for some air, but I hope I didn't miss much." Claire forced a smile and stuck with the same story."Not really," Bruno replied, smiling back gently. "Let me just steal her for a while—do you mind?" He suddenly directed the request to Gena."Not at all," Gena returned with a big smile as Harry reappeared again with drinks. "Take your time," she told Claire in a whisperBruno led Claire towards the table where Mr. Stevens was seated. As always, the old man was extremely delighted to have her audience. He smiled brightly upon seeing Claire, and she saw him."I'm so happy you could make it, Claire, and you look very beautiful," said Mr.Stevens, and to Claire's horror, Ryan was seated just across from her.Why was heaven so busy putting this man on her path whenever she'd go?"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Stevens." She smiled, trying to ignore the distraction. "C
The new project was coming handy, having everyone at their toes as it seemed to be a very important client. Claire was inside her Superior’s office, handing over the presentation materials."I included the previous designs, as Lydia suggested," she told him without any enthusiasm. Handling paperwork was a bummer for her."This is good, Levy," said Nathan—a slender man, tall with low-cut hair. He was smiling, impressed. "But I have some bad news for you." His face suddenly turned mirthless.Claire frowned. "What news? Don't tell me you're not taking me with you."He'd promised to let her participate this time. What a fool she was to believe him!"That's exactly it," he replied. "Someone else is taking this project, so you won't need to assist me anymore. Sorry, Levy.""No, you can't be serious, Nathan," Claire snorted. "I worked my ass off for this presentation, just so I can finally get out of this boring office and do something real. Why are you doing this to me?"Nathan was sitting a
"Need some coffee or tea?" Doris offered, but none of the two obliged.The glass door swung open again. Ryan, Harry, and other three men entered the room. Claire's heart skipped a beat when she saw him. Harry looked a bit surprised to see her. He smiled subtly. As for Ryan, he was indifferent. He took a seat across from her, his eyes gleaming.The presentation started upon Ryan's instructions. He didn't botherwith introductions. Nathan began explaining the slides on the projector, during which Ryan's eyes were almost fixed on Claire, and she returned with a glare. He was distracting her, damn it! Always a jerk.By the time Nathan was done with the presentation, everyone was nodding in agreement while exchanging murmurs. Everyone except Ryan who stared at the projector with an unimpressed look. He seemed to be thinking, and Claire couldn't leave his eyes."I don't like it," he said crisply.All eyes in the room turned on him, surprised."Excuse me?" Nathan prompted."I thought it was
"Get in," Ryan ordered quietly, holding the car door open."And if I don't?" Claire retorted, glaring menacingly at him.He smirked. "If you don't I'll kidnap you. And I'm not bluffing," he replied, his voice casual yet demanding."Oh? I'd love to see you try," Claire uttered, challenging him.Ryan broke into giggles, certainly finding her amusing. "Claire, I'm not in the mood to play with you in the parking lot. Just get in the car and let's talk.""We have nothing to talk about, though, do we?" Claire insisted, sounding serious.Ryan leaned toward her, and in response she reclined back onto the car. "Just get inside the car, Claire. Unless you want me to shut your smart mouth right here in the daylight. Is that what you want?" he whispered into her ear, ignoring whoever was passing by.Claire's breath hitched at the warmth of his breath in her ear. It was arousing and she wasn't ready to succumb to it."You're such a fuckwit!" she muttered, panting softly."A fuck what?" Pulling bac
She wasn't going to win against him, Claire knew this for a face. But she also knew he was capable of doing that for her. If he stopped seeing her, everything would be back to normal."Listen, Claire," said Ryan in a soft voice. He stood up so that they're closer. "I'm not playing—""I'm done with this!" Claire snapped. "I can't afford to be the other woman, and especially the evil one." She furiously grabbed her handbag and headed to the exit."So this is all about Doris?" Ryan snapped back, and she stared back at him, wondering what was really the matter with him."Yeah, it's all about her," she retorted. "So can I go now?" Her voice was harsher."Are you feeling guilty or something?" Ryan asked.Was he serious? Claire let out a smirk and bit her lip savagely.She'd started to think he was really out of his mind. Was it possible that she was dealing with a mental patient? Asylum mental? She asked herself inwardly, but couldn't bring herself to believe he was in need of a shrink."Do
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
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