I nodded as I watched him walk away to take a call and then head upstairs, stopping at the top to gaze at me."My office is at the end of the hallway. Sort out what I requested and come up in half an hour to print the contract. I have a printer in the room," he spoke quickly, then disappeared.I stood for a moment, looking around. Was there really a basement in that cabin? I smiled at my naivety, knowing he was joking about that.I took the breakfast things to the kitchen, washing the dishes. Upon returning, I tidied up the living room and grabbed my notebook, which was still open on the book screen, exactly where I had stopped reading.“So, he didn't touch it.” I whispered, intrigued. Or he read it and returned to where he was. My more suspicious side whispered in my mind. Pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind, I grabbed the company computer, searching for the selected files and examining and filtering emails. I sent the main ones to Mr. Morgan, as I always did, and autonomou
“Magdalena made our food; you didn't hear because she didn't cook here; she just brought the food.” Patrik sat at the table, indicating the chair next to him for me to sit on. “She is shy; she must have taken advantage of the fact that we were upstairs and brought everything here.”“I didn't see footprints outside that indicated that.” I whispered, still intrigued, looking at the food.“You don't need to be afraid to eat; Magdalena is mysterious, but she is an excellent cook.” He shrugged, serving white sauce pasta on my plate, including a bit of stew in the corner, and splitting the bread in half, which he placed with the other food. “Eat, you'll see!”“How can you trust a ghost?” I leaned forward, grabbing his arm; he glanced at the spot and smiled. I quickly pulled my hand away, noticing the careless touch.“So you believe in ghosts?” Patrik arched his eyebrows, crossing his arms playfully.“Yes... No, look, maybe... We know so little about life after death, right?” I shrugged, not
I felt my skin flushed, as hot as the tea we were drinking. I nodded, unable to articulate words, paralyzed by his touch. A fierce battle raged between my body, which longed to grab the beautiful and sensual CEO in front of me, and my rational mind, which screamed to flee the room before we succumbed to his charms.“Mrs. Elisabeth, the way you look at me is tempting...” He smiled, running his hands through his hair to adjust his posture. “Try not to burn yourself again; I don't want you to lose your tongue; you could lose the ability to do amazing things with it!”I widened my eyes at his insinuation, ready to argue, when Patrik raised his hand, indicating that I should keep silent.“Did you do the evaluation I requested?” He leaned on the edge of the table, crossing his arms, slightly out of breath. My eyes drifted down his body, noticing the bulge in his pants. “Hey, young lady? My eyes are up here!”Mr. Morgan pointed with his finger from bottom to top, guiding my head. I rolled my
I decided to bake a carrot cake, complemented with chocolate sauce, and set the table, taking the liberty of choosing one of the wines I saw in the small, improvised cabin wine cellar. I didn't realize the hours were passing, but a clearing throat sound caught my attention. Furthermore, I turned my body in that direction, and there was my boss, stunning, just out of the shower in sweatpants and a sweater, slippers on his feet, and his hair styled with his fingers. It was such a magnificent sight that would make any woman stop breathing and contemplate, which was exactly what I was doing.Regaining my composure and adjusting my embarrassed posture, I realized I was covered in flour on my clothes. Patrik approached, looking at the table, and smiled excitedly.“If the taste is as good as the appearance and smell, you can poison me as much as you want.” He teased me, making me laugh.“I wouldn't risk becoming unemployed.” I joked.Patrik came closer, running his finger on my face near my
A thunderstorm outside brought rationality back to the forefront. I stopped kissing him, looking at him ashamedly, and assessing our entire situation. I jumped off his lap, quickly pulling down my dress. Furthermore, I stood still, looking at him and touching my lips. Patrik stretched his arms out, inviting me back to him.“Mr. Morgan, this never happened!” I gasped, running out of the kitchen and leaving him there, excited.I ran into the bedroom, locking the door, trembling and throbbing. Just with my boss's fingers, I had the best orgasm of my life. How could that man stir my senses so much? He was my boss; we had gone too far. What would he think of me now? My God, what would the people at the publishing house say if they found out? It would certainly be the subject of jokes like Rachel and Rick. I needed to change jobs and move to another city again. Run away again!I burrowed under the covers, hoping he wouldn't try to enter the room. I only heard his footsteps stopping at the d
POV: PATRIKI patiently waited until Elisabeth's body completely relaxed, surrendering to deep sleep. I've always admired her strong personality and innate talent, which have impressed me since our first meeting during her interview at the company. Her exceptional professional trajectory was just part of the fascination; her insightful gaze into the future also earned my admiration.As I descended to investigate possible intruders in the kitchen, I noticed that the doorknob had been forced from the outside, indicating a forced entry. Amid the search for any sign of danger in the house, the hypothesis of a thief or intruder who imagined the property as deserted and vulnerable emerged.Despite Lis believing we were isolated, Greg and his team remained camped nearby, vigilant, while strategically positioned cameras in the trees ensured our safety. I could not afford any negligence, especially when my enemies planned to harm both me and my company.I sighed deeply, stroking the hair of th
However, I wouldn't act like that, not in that way. Not while she tried to conceal her fears and without being fully certain that Elisabeth Lis wasn't an infiltrator who had escaped my team's attention. I sighed, picking up her nightgown from her feet and running it up her body again, covering the protesting breasts, until I reached the strap of the nightgown on her shoulders.“It's very cold, Miss Elisabeth; I don't want you to catch a cold...” I whispered in her ear, noticing her confused look.“I don't understand you...” She murmured. “You've been teasing me for days, and now you reject me, why...?”“Why?” I raised an eyebrow, challenging. “Why did you give in to me?”“I...” Lis took a few steps back, clearing her throat, as if regaining composure. “I didn't give in to you.”She hurried past me, grabbed a glass of water, and walked away briskly. Before she crossed the door, I grabbed her wrist.“I didn't reject you!” I kept my eyes fixed on hers. “And you forgot our water.”I smile
I ran my finger along her lips, silencing her, then moved my hand upwards, massaging the side of her thighs, squeezing and scratching gently. I stopped inches away from her eager entrance, tracing my thumb around it without direct contact. Elisabeth shuddered, pushing her body back.“Do not move!” I looked at her fiercely, pressing our lips together, biting and sucking without deepening the kiss. “Touches are more than just foreplay, Mrs. Lis; they free the mind, creating daring ideas for the release of pleasure... Your character was touched like this...”I pressed my thumb against her clitoris, stimulating it with circular and downward movements. Lis bit her lip, gripping the side of the chair and containing her moans.“Mrs. Lis, I've told you not to suppress your delightful reactions...” I ran my tongue over her slightly parted lips, surprising her as I penetrated with a finger. “I think I'll create a rule; you are forbidden to wear pants in my presence. I like to feel you so free.”