Page 15 of Dark Seduction

“Yes, sir.”

God, I need to stop saying that.

“Good.”

He continues showing me around the executive floor, his voice a steady stream of information. I try to focus, but my eyes keep stealing glances at his rear, the way it looks in those perfectly tailored slacks. The man is a walking distraction.

His voice drifts in and out as my mind wanders, fantasizing about him on top of me, taking me from behind like he did before. I imagine all the places we could have an office tryst—quick fucks in the supply closet, me on my back with my legs spread on the conference table as he pounds me after hours, him reaching up my skirt and fingering me in his office as I struggle to explain the day's itinerary.

“And this is the main break room,” he says, snapping me back to reality. “It’s stocked with snacks and coffee. You’ll find most of the team here during lunch. Though, you’re more than welcome to take lunch out-of-office, provided that you’re not a minute late getting back.”

I nod, trying to keep my thoughts professional. “Got it.”

As we continue to walk, he points out various offices, introducing me to a few more key people. Each time he turns away, I can’t help but admire his form, my mind running wild with images of our night together.

Finally, we stop outside another office. “This will be your workspace,” he says, opening the door to reveal a sleek modern office with a view almost as impressive as his own. “You’ll have everything you need here to assist me efficiently.”

“Thank you,” I say, stepping inside and taking it all in.

He watches me for a moment, his eyes dark with an intensity that makes my pulse quicken. “I expect you to be thorough and diligent. We have high standards here, Dalia.”

“Yes, si—”

This time, I manage to stop myself, thankfully.

He nods, satisfied. “Good. Now, I have a meeting with my brothers. You’ll come with me to take notes.”

I grab my notebook and follow him to one of the smaller conference rooms. Inside, two men in sharp suits are waiting for us. One looks to be in his late thirties, a bit older than Lev. The other is younger, maybe late twenties, tall and lanky, with the same black hair and gray eyes.

“Dalia Abbas, meet my brothers,” Lev says, gesturing to them. “This is Luk, our CEO,” he nods to the older man, “and Yuri, our CFO.”

Luk gives me a curt nod, his demeanor stern like Lev’s. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Abbas.”

“Pleasure,” I reply, feeling the weight of his intense gaze. “And please, call me Dalia.”

Yuri, on the other hand, has a wild glint in his eyes, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Welcome aboard, Dalia. I hope you’re ready for a challenge.”

“I am,” I say confidently.

“Good to hear.”

Lev takes a seat at the head of the table, and I settle in beside him, notebook and pen at the ready.

“Let’s get started,” Lev says, his tone commanding as always. “We have a lot to cover.”

As the meeting begins, I do my best to focus on taking notes, but it’s hard to ignore the dynamic between the brothers. Lev and Luk are both all business, their discussions efficient and to the point. Yuri, though brilliant with numbers, injects a bit of levity into the conversation with his quick wit and sharp observations.

“We need to finalize the budget for the new project,” Lev says, turning to Yuri. “Do you have the projections?”

Yuri nods, sliding a folder across the table. “I’ve crunched the numbers, and I think we’re looking at a solid return on investment within the first quarter.”

Luk reviews the documents, his expression serious. “This looks promising. We’ll need to ensure the execution is flawless.”

I scribble down their key points, doing my best to keep up with the rapid exchange of information. Despite the intensity of the meeting, I can’t help but feel a sense of excitement. Being part of this high-powered team is exhilarating, and I’m determined to prove myself.

The meeting goes on, and once more, my thoughts drift to Lev and all the things I want him to do to me. I know it’s impossible now, with us working together, but I can’t help myself.

"Dalia, do you have the notes on the meeting schedule for next week?" Lev asks, his eyes piercing into mine. “They should’ve been emailed to you early this morning before your arrival.”

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