Chapter 8- I Want To Make Her Scream
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I wasn't just wet, I was f*****g wet. If this was a game I knew I had lost.
" There's no need for that sir," I said to him as I tried to push him off me but he didn't move even an inch.
" But did you like how they looked at you? That bastard almost had a drool coming down his mouth because of how he was staring at you," what was wrong with him?
" We have people waiting for us downstairs and they'll ask questions if we're gone for too long," I tried to reason with him.
" Just f*****g answer me, did you like the attention?"
" What is it to you if the men in the room were staring at me? I'm a woman after all," As I said that he withdrew from me and I instantly missed the heat of his body.
" You're right, it's my mistake, it won't happen again, I promised that things were going to be professional but I broke that, I'll learn to control myself." He said before walking out of the room and I breathed in relief, I didn't know if I could call it relief or if I was trying to calm my nerves.
My dress still had the stain from the drink Mr Leonard poured on me. After some time I stepped out of the room and went back downstairs.
" Congratulations once again Rachel, this is such a wonderful hotel but I'll have to take my leave," I heard Mr Leonard say to the host and I was glad, I couldn't sit even for a moment in the demeaning presence of Rachel.
" Can your secretary stay a little longer?" I don't think this guy noticed the look Mr Leonard gave him because he was too busy staring at me.
" Well if she wants to, I can't stop her," I didn't expect that.
" Well, I'm sorry Sir, I can't, it has been a hectic day and I'd like to go home now, see you some other time," Before they could say anything I was already walking to the exit.
As I stepped out I was surrounded by the cold air. Our ride was yet to be brought to the front so we stood there waiting for it. Mr Leonard had his hands in his pocket and he looked lost in thought.
I tried to use my hands to create friction on my body so I could warm up a little but it wasn't helping.
Where was this driver?
If I was in a romantic movie the guy would have given me his jacket, but this guy standing beside me didn't care one bit.
As soon as our ride arrived I rushed to it forgetting about my boss and I got in. He was wearing a suit so he wasn't affected by the cold.
He joined me without a word as the car roared to life as the driver drove off.
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I had told myself that I wasn't going to lose control around her but I don't know what went wrong.
We had a deal, a deal I said I was going to keep. But I couldn't just forget the feeling of her body against mine or when she squeezed around me whenever I hit that spot that made her toes curl. It all started when she walked out with that dress, all I wanted to do was to take her back into the dressing room and make her scream for everyone to hear.
It was all under control until all the guys started looking at her, some had their eyes glued to her breast. I couldn't wipe away the image of another man taking her that wasn't me, that got me really angry for a reason I did not know, and before I could think I was doing something so childish as spilling my drink on her.
I knew she would go look for something to clean up which allowed me to follow her.
She was fighting it when I knew all she wanted was for me to f**k her senseless, she wanted to keep things professional, let's see how that is gonna go.
And now that she was seated beside me, I could feel how tense the atmosphere was, it was filled with s****l tension.
Was she telling me she didn't know the slit on her dress was exposing her leg or was she doing it on purpose?
We got to her house and the driver parked a little distance from her door because her driveway wasn't big and a car was already parked there.
" Thank you, Sir, I had a wonderful time," I would have preferred if she was saying this after I c*m inside her. But I'll take what I'm given.
" Good night," I said and she responded with a good night, like she expected me to have a good night when all I wanted was to be buried deep into that sweat hole of hers.
I told the driver to wait as I watched her going into her house, I wanted to make sure she was safely inside her house before leaving.
As soon as she opened her door and got in I told the driver we could go but immediately stopped him because something caught my attention.
It looked like someone was hiding behind the flowers. The person suddenly stood up and walked to Anna's door. Who was he? Her boyfriend? He looked quite familiar.
When the door didn't open he turned and then walked behind the house.
I opened my car door and started walking to Anna's door, but when I heard her scream, I broke into a run.
I knocked on the door several times but no one was coming to open it.
Fuck
What was going on inside?
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