Page 28 of Christian Clause

A slight shiver runs through me as I step outside. Even with my coat, I can feel the cold swirling all around me because of the falling snow. I pause for a second to appreciate the beauty the snow brings, covering everything in white. Briskly, I climb down the steps and reach my limousine parked in front of the building. My driver swiftly opens the door. I slide into the warmed interior, letting out a sigh.

Should I fire Hope?

It will appear cold-blooded of me if I do that. Besides, I have to take into consideration that things might not work out between us in the long run.

What then?

I run my fingers through my hair, hating the thought of Hope not being in my life for long. Quickly, I push away the unpleasant thought. It’s too soon to be thinking of a breakup when we haven’t even started anything. A wolfish smile crosses my face at the recollection that Hope and I started something heated in my office a short while ago.

Leaning forward, I pour myself a stiff drink and recline against the cool leather seat. The seductive image of the petite and curvaceous Hope standing in front of my desk, looking so unsure of herself, fills my mind. I recall with a smile her glorious black hair tied in a bun at her nape against her beautiful and smooth skin. Her generous breasts were made prominent by the dipping V neck of her dress. I stiffen as I remember putting my hands on her small waist, her full hips perfected with nicely rounded buttocks. All I could think of while she stood there was to slowly peel off the dress from her body, which was stretched taut because of her generous breasts, and play with the twin mounds with my hands and mouth until she wriggled with unbidden ecstasy.

That fast, I become hard and move uncomfortably on the seat. My iron-clad control over my libido has turned into mush because of Hope. I release a ragged sigh as a hot wave of testosterone shoots up my body. What is it about Hope that wants to make me throw caution to the wind? I have never fantasized about a woman like this, not even in my teenage years. She’s not only stunning with a banging body, she’s also hardworking and intelligent. Is that enough for me to throw away my principles and have an affair with my PA?

What is wrong with me?

An unsettling feeling runs through me and I take a gulp of my drink.

It’s just sex. It has to be.

I rub a hand across my face. Maybe, it’s because I haven’t been with a woman in a while. After ending things with my ex-girlfriend, I haven’t indulged lately. Britney’s clinginess put me off women for some time. But I think I’m ready again for nights of nonstop passionate lovemaking.

A frown creases my forehead as I place Hope and Britney side by side. Britney is tall, blonde-haired with a face that will make men turn and stare and a sexy body that can grace the covers of magazines. Hope is the total opposite. Yet I’d rather be with Hope than Britney.

Amazing. Hope is the first curvy woman that has turned my head. Maybe I secretly like them curvy but didn’t know because most times, it’s women with Britney’s physique who usually come my way and throw themselves at me.

The limousine pulls up in front of my penthouse apartment. The driver gets out and pulls the car door open, and I exit the vehicle. It’s still snowing, so I hastily climb up the steps. I nod at the people in the lobby and head straight for the elevators. Silent Night sounds in the air from the speakers, giving me a nostalgic feeling.

The concierge, dressed in a red and gold uniform, presses the elevator buttons. I slide in after giving him a tip. I reach my penthouse suite and as typical, my security team combs the place before I go in. It’s a necessary procedure I have to take after Britney went all cuckoo on me.

Tired after the hectic day, I walk down the hallway to my bedroom and remove my clothes. Swiftly, I enter my state-of-the-art bathroom and take a warm shower. Toweling my wet hair, I return to the room and my gaze falls on my king-sized bed. I smile as I recall the erotic dream I woke up from that morning.

The dream was so vivid I thought it was real. I dreamed that Hope entered my room in the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen. The black lace fabric left nothing to the imagination. Even Victoria’s Secret would be envious of it. She walked seductively toward the bed and performed an erotic strip dance that left me rock hard and aching for fulfillment. As soon as I rose from the bed to plunge myself into her honeyed depths, I woke up to my chagrin.

Finding I’m alone in the room with a painfully hard erection, I cursed savagely. It’s of little wonder that I haven’t been able to resist the urge of smooching with Hope in the office. The dream stayed with me all day.

Clad in my black boxers, I shake my head and climb into bed. The more I think about Hope, the more I realize that I like her. Other than the fact that I want to bed her, I find her interesting. Hope is smart, courteous and very efficient in her work. I’m yet to find any error in her work. I imagine the affair I’m about to have with her and a smile curving my lips. It’s chauvinistic of me not to be bothered that she hasn’t actually agreed to my proposal. But I want her so badly, I don’t care.

I know it’s absolutely crazy getting involved with one of my PAs, but it can’t be helped. I want her, and I know she wants me. I saw the desire in her eyes when I kissed her. Besides, she would have slapped me silly if she hadn’t enjoyed the kiss and would have threatened to file sexual assault charges against me.

No, Hope wants me as much as I want her.

However, it is going to be complicated getting involved with her. If I had known that I would eventually give in to the temptation of bedding her, I would have asked either Hudson or Wayne to employ her.

I shake my head and chuckle. Putting her in the same radius as my womanizing friends would be disastrous. I turn on the bed, remembering the first time I saw Hope at the mall. Her gorgeous body was the first thing that attracted me to her, even though I hadn’t seen her face. It sent a surge of pleasure running through me. Maybe I’m into curvy ladies after all.

Working with her, seeing her every day, taking in her jasmine scent has almost driven me crazy. I thought I could maintain my distance and remain aloof. But who was I kidding? I would have gotten to this point, eventually.

What am I doing?

If things don’t work out between us, Hope would be the one at the disadvantage. I would continue with my business, but she could not work with me again.

Dare I do this to her?

The thought of another man having Hope fills me with so much jealousy, I gasp. I have already noticed the way some of my staff look at her when they don’t know I’m watching. Hope is particularly friendly with my marketing executive, and it grates on my nerves anytime I see them together. Most times, I feel like telling him to stay away from her and that she’s mine.

Is she really? Isn’t she entitled to choose whoever she wants to date?

Damn! I shouldn’t have kissed her in the office. Now, I can think of nothing else. How will I be able to take it when she smiles and interact in her usual friendly manner with other men after kissing me like that? I should have stayed away from her. But the burning feel of the kiss we shared stays with me throughout the night.

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