"Why didn't you tell me?" Emilia wondered, a cacophony of feelings turning inside her – bewilderment, rage, and something else she was not yet prepared to acknowledge. "Honestly? I wasn't sure how,” Alexander admitted. “And then everything with NexGen started unfolding, and I… I tried to convince myself it was better if we left things professional. Emilia made a small, cynical noise that was almost a laugh. "Professional? After we… after we…. you… promoted me to your personal assistant..." "Right after the most passionate night of my life?” Alexander completed. ... After a single night of heated passion, environmental engineer Emilia Thatcher was promoted to be the personal assistant of Trident Holdings' CEO, AlexandeKane. But she had no idea she's stepping into a carefully orchestrated trap.
View MoreI expected awkwardness, maybe even coldness now that the heat of the moment had passed. Instead, he surprised me by pressing a soft kiss to my forehead."You're full of surprises, aren't you?" he murmured.I laughed, the sound slightly hysterical. "You have no idea."He chuckled. "You are something incredibly stupid and incredibly hot."I couldn't help but laugh. "That's one hell of a way to describe me."He set me down gently, steadying me when my legs wobbled. "You okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. He lowered me gently to my feet, his softening d*ck slipping out of me. The cool tile beneath my feet was a stark contrast to the heat still radiating from my body.My legs trembled still weak from the intensity of our lovemaking. "Are you okay?" he asked.I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I was more than okay. I was... transformed.He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "Good," he murmured.As we dressed, his fingers
My heart pounded like a caged bird, caught between the stranger's warm palm and the cold tile wall. Footsteps echoed outside."Emilia?" The voice called again, closer now. "We gotta move. You in here?"The masked man's eyes locked with mine, a silent command passing between us. Don't. Move.I nodded, barely breathing. The footsteps paused just outside the door.A grunt. "Nah, can't be. No broad's gonna hide in a john this long." Heavy footsteps retreated, followed by muffled conversation.A pause. Eternal. My legs trembled, still wrapped around the stranger's waist."Maybe she slipped out already?""Shit. Boss ain't gonna like that.""Let's check the east wing again."The voices faded, leaving only the pounding of my heart and the warmth of the stranger's body against mine.I sagged against the wall, relief flooding through me. The masked man's hand slipped from my mouth, trailing fire down my neck."That was close," I whispered, voice shaky.He chuckled, the sound vibrating throu
The cold tile of the bathroom wall pressed against my back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from the masked man's body. His hands cradled my face, thumbs tracing the edge of my mask."Are you sure of this?" he murmured.Was I? God? No. This was madness. I didn't know this man. He could be anyone—A distant crash jolted me back to reality. Right. Gunshots. Panic. The real world crashing in on this surreal bubble we'd found ourselves in."I... I don't even know who you are," I stammered, my hands fisted in his shirt.He chuckled. "Isn't that the point of all this?" His fingers skimmed down my neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Tonight, we can be anyone we want to be."My breath hitched as his lips found that sensitive spot just below my ear. "And who do you want to be?" I managed to ask.He pulled back slightly, his eyes intense behind his mask. "Yours," he said simply. "Just for tonight."Something in his voice, raw and honest, broke through the last of my hesitatio
I made my way to the bar, squeezing between bodies that smelled of sweat, perfume, and something electric – anticipation, maybe. Or danger. The bartender, a statuesque woman with intricate tattoos snaking up her arms, raised an eyebrow at me."Uh, vodka soda?" I said, trying to project confidence I didn't feel. "Please," I added, because old habits die hard.As I sipped my drink, I scanned the crowd. The dance floor was a kaleidoscope of movement and light. In dark corners, masked figures leaned close, sharing secrets or stealing kisses. And there, by the VIP section – was that the man from the car?He stood apart from the crowd, nursing a tumbler of amber liquid. Even in the chaotic club lighting, he radiated intensity. As if feeling my gaze, he turned, his eyes locking onto mine through the sea of bodies.I froze, my drink halfway to my lips. For a moment, the pulsing music faded away, and all I could hear was the thundering of my own heart.Then someone jostled my elbow, and t
The hum of fluorescent lights and the gentle whir of computer fans filled the air as I stared at the clock on my desktop. 5:58 PM. Two more minutes until freedom. I drummed my fingers on my desk, my other hand absently twirling a strand of my mousy brown hair."Emilia! Got a sec?"I jumped, nearly knocking over my "World's Okayest Engineer" mug. Mary Bee, my best friend and the marketing department's golden girl, was leaning against my cubicle, a mischievous glint in her eyes."Christ, Mary! Warn a girl next time," I said, clutching my chest dramatically.Mary rolled her eyes, her perfectly manicured nails tapping an impatient rhythm on the cubicle wall. "Drama queen. Listen, we're going out tonight. No excuses."I groaned. "Mary, I can't. I've got to finish this report on—""On the new wind turbine design that no one's going to read because it'll get buried under a mountain of corporate BS?" Mary cut in, raising an eyebrow. "Em, when's the last time you did anything fun?"I opened
The hum of fluorescent lights and the gentle whir of computer fans filled the air as I stared at the clock on my desktop. 5:58 PM. Two more minutes until freedom. I drummed my fingers on my desk, my other hand absently twirling a strand of my mousy brown hair."Emilia! Got a sec?"I jumped, nearly knocking over my "World's Okayest Engineer" mug. Mary Bee, my best friend and the marketing department's golden girl, was leaning against my cubicle, a mischievous glint in her eyes."Christ, Mary! Warn a girl next time," I said, clutching my chest dramatically.Mary rolled her eyes, her perfectly manicured nails tapping an impatient rhythm on the cubicle wall. "Drama queen. Listen, we're going out tonight. No excuses."I groaned. "Mary, I can't. I've got to finish this report on—""On the new wind turbine design that no one's going to read because it'll get buried under a mountain of corporate BS?" Mary cut in, raising an eyebrow. "Em, when's the last time you did anything fun?"I opened...
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