All Chapters of Love in the Time of Quarantine: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Ms. Park! Where the hell is my lunch and the itinerary for the trip?!” I just love it when he yells. It just makes me feel like such a valuable employee. Seriously, all warm and fuzzy inside. Thick, heavy sarcasm. That’s my boss, Jonathan Wilson. THE Jonathan Wilson of Wilson Cybersecurities. THE Jonathan Wilson of the top cybersecurity firm in the country, one of the top five in the world. Notorious hard ass. Notorious playboy. Notorious asshole. And my boss. The man is like the male version of the boss from The Devil Wears Prada. He has high demands and even higher expectations. He does not care who you are or what other responsibilities that you may have. You will stay and finish whatever he has tasked you to his specifications and satisfaction no matter what he says. He is a task master and a dictator, emphasis on the DICK. If I didn’t get such amazing pay, huge benefits, and had an astronomical amount of debt that my late gambling addicted father left me to pay

We took the company’s private jet to London, because Jonathan Wilson does not fly commercial. I had expected that we would have all manner of lawyers, paralegals, and other assistants flying with us, since that’s what I’m used to when I’ve gone on business trips with Mr. Wilson over the years. I know that I didn’t organize anything for them, but sometimes Mr. Wilson likes to take care of that himself, handpicking who comes on his plane with him. Since one flight attendant is the only other person here besides our pilots, I guess that’s not the case. I had wondered what Mr. Wilson’s response was going to be after the text that I sent him. It was stupid, impulsive, and just a bit devious, but I couldn’t help it. He knew what he had done to me in his office when I brought the itinerary in to him. There was no way that he didn’t. And he had taken a lot of pleasure in seeing me flustered, I’m sure. I needed to do the same back. I’ve never stood up to Mr. Wilson before, and this

I’m honestly not sure how this could get much worse. This morning, when we left for the office and to finish the merger, we had checked out, planning on leave at a full day of work and going back home. Now we find out that both our pilots are in the hospital, one of a ventilator and the flight attendant just texted me as I was talking to Mr. Wilson saying that she has been feeling sick as well. Now Mr. Wilson is back in the meeting, attempting to wrap things up and I am on the phone with The Connaught trying to get our rooms back. “What the hell do you mean that you only have Mr. Wilson’s room available? How is there nothing else available in the entire hotel?!” I nearly shriek at the concierge that I’m on the phone with. “I do apologize Ms. Park, but with the rumors of the lockdown, many of our patrons have returned to the country and are unable to return home with their loved ones. They have to quarantine for 14 days and they have chosen to do so here.” Even though I’m fre

What the hell am I doing? I was so pissed off at him just a second ago and now I’m telling him to fuck me? What in the ever loving hell is going on? But I want him oh so badly. He’s been teasing me the entire two fucking weeks that we’ve been here and I don’t think I can take it much longer. I don’t dare use my favorite vibrating friend because he could come into the room at any point. But I’ve had to finger myself in the shower so many times I’m afraid that the detachable shower head is going to only work in an upside down position. I might have been able to resist his advances if we hadn’t been stuck together 24/7 for the past 14 days, but I can’t anymore. When he kissed me at first, I was frozen, unsure that this was actually happening. But he doesn’t let me stay frozen for long. One of his hands goes to the back of my head and the other goes to grip my ass as he pushes me into him. I can feel every hard ridge of his muscles against me and the bulge that is beginning

I wake up to the feeling of warm sunlight on my face and silky sheets beneath me. The bed is so fucking comfortable and I almost allow myself to fall back to sleep, until I realize that the reason I’m in a bed and not on that Godforsaken couch is because… “Oh fuck!” I say, sitting bolt upright in the bed. Jonathan’s bed. I look around and he’s not there. The door to the rest of the suite is open and I can’t see him sitting at the dining area or on the balcony. Maybe he’s at his gym time? God forbid that he actually went downstairs to get food. I don’t hear the shower, so I know he’s not there. Of course, that thought conjures up images of what we did ALL DAY yesterday. How sexy and mindblowing his body is. And all the delicious things that he did to me. The sweet ache between my legs and the hickeys that I can see on my stomach and breasts only serve to remind me of the literal hours that he spent fucking me in every position possible. I fall back on the bed, pulling