My heart blossomed at those words even though I did my best not to let him know how thrilled I was to hear that.
Over my protests, Constantijin walked me out of his office – past his smiling and still-unruffled looking secretary – and all the way to my office. Other employees who caught sight of us gawked, the questions in their eyes dispelled when Constantijin spoke.
“For your next presentation, I hope you can include a potential cast for the series. Include unknown and known actors – whoever you think will be best for the roles,” Constantijin was saying.
I looked up at him suspiciously, unsure if he really meant what he said because that was a big thing he was asking of me. Yet all he did was smile enigmatically. When we reached the door to my office, he said, “I was right in hiring you, Yanna.”
I practically expired in happiness at that point. It felt almost as good as the orgasms he alone could give me. Blushing because I was simply unable to keep myself from doing so, I said, “I’m just really happy to be with you, Mr. Kastein.”
The door opened behind me just as I spoke the words out loud and suddenly I found myself the focus of two surprised stares – George’s and Constantijin’s.
Realizing what I hadn’t meant to say, I stammered, “I meant, with your company.” Oh my God, oh my God, why the hell had I said that?
Constantijin smiled, the brooding darkness in his eyes completely wiped out by my Freudian slip. “Understood.”
He turned away and George and I stared at him silently. Even with his back to me, he still looked immensely sexy – too much so. When Constantijin was safely out of earshot, George said slyly, “Happy to be with you? Is that your subconscious talking?”
“No!” Or so I hoped.
Lesson #6
Don’t play games with your billionaire –
Especially when it’s a game he invented.
Alyx was literally rolling on the floor laughing when I morosely shared with her what happened today. Well, not about the part when I came in his mouth – God, my panties got all wet at the thought alone – but about the freaking Freudian slip that I made in front of George and Constantijin.
“You’re supposed to comfort me,” I wailed.
But that only made Alyx laugh harder, making me wish the living room had a bed of thorns for flooring instead of a soft blue-gray carpet.
“That is just so you!” she gasped.
“Yeah, yeah. Stop laughing!”
Alyx made a visible effort to rein in her laughter. “I’m good now,” she said even as her lips quivered.
I launched my complaint immediately. "How am I going to face him tomorrow?"
"That's assuming you'll see him tomorrow," she told me.
Good point. He was the CEO, after all. He didn’t have to be in the office every day. But – that was a bad point, too. It meant I wouldn’t be able to see Constantijin and --- wait, did I want to see him? Did I really want this thing between us to continue?
Where was the old Yanna in all this, the one who yearned for true love and not for smoking-hot sex?
I lifted my legs up in the cushion, hugging them close to my chest in utter misery. “Oh, God, Alyx, I think I’m falling for him.”
This was such a f**king cliché it wasn’t funny – not funny at all.
Alyx’s smile faded at my words. “Falling?” she echoed. “Isn’t this just, like, a sexual crush?”
A sexual crush? I didn’t even know such a thing existed! But now that I did – I thought about it real hard and shook my head after a while, even more glumly. “I don’t think it’s that.”
Alyx sat up in the floor, a look of alarm on her face. “Look, Yanna. I’m all for you and your boss doing the dirty, but only if you’re just in it for the sex. But if you think you’re falling for him---” Her lips pursed in disapproval. “Drop it. You’ll just get hurt.”
“I don’t think---”
“Try,” she cut me off with a scowl. “Look for other hotties to hook up.” She paused. “Like Mr. Fix It.”
“But that would be like using Drake and I can’t do that.”
She grimaced. “You’re too nice, you know that, right?” She said it like being nice was a disease and most times, it meant exactly that in Alyx’s book. Ever since we were young, she had kept on scolding me for letting people take advantage of me because I was – like she said – too nice.
I shook my head. “I’m not. I’m just…” Falling head over heels for my boss, and that was my problem.
George was still throwing me sly looks when I reported to work the next day. I ignored him, of course.
I worked immediately on improving my presentation since the new snowflake on my monitor screen told me that our meeting with the executives was set for tomorrow. Again, my fixation on my work caused me to forget all about lunch It was already two in the afternoon when my stomach growled, my internal alarm clock for hunger.
The cafeteria was nearly empty when I got there, but my inner senses went haywire immediately, telling me even without seeing that he was here again. Still uncomfortable about how fast and hard I was falling for Netherlands’ #1 playboy, I quickly turned around to escape.
But it was too late.
Constantijin was suddenly in front of me, as if sensing my intent to avoid him.
"Yanna."
I firmly repressed the lovesick sigh begging to be let out. Hearing him say my name with his Dutch accent was even more of a turn on now, especially when he looked at me like I was a lollipop he wanted to lick all over.
“Good afternoon, sir.” Just looking at Constantijin made me feel restless, my body throbbing for his touch. Today, he wore a pale pink polo together with a pair of well-cut trousers, his blazer nowhere in sight. His clothes made his muscular physique even more apparent, and it was all I could do not to stare hungrily at his body, knowing that every inch of it was wonderfully hard.
Like his cock.
God, what was I thinking?
Constantijin’s eyes shone with amusement, and I knew he had guessed correctly the direction that my thoughts had taken.
“Let’s have lunch together,” he said.
I quickly shook my head. “Oh, no, sir, I don’t want to impose---”
He said very gently, “It’s just lunch, Yanna.”
The delicate tone he used confused me. Was he saying I was overreacting? Even more confused and not a little irritated, I nevertheless found myself following him to one of the half-moon-shaped booths.