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“Yes, madam.”

Her devilish gaze rules my thoughts for the rest of the night.

Chapter 6

Julianna

Tell me that wasn’t the best sex I’ve had in months. Maybe years, if I dare be so bold.

Alessa is more woman than I’ve encountered in that long, anyway. She may be younger than most of the others I date, and she may be inexperienced in a few things, but there’s a spark in her I’ve never recognized before. I thought it was a passing attraction. She would be a convenient lover to hold me over until I found someone worthier of my time. I didn’t expect her to bemorethan worthy.

I’m still thinking about her after she leaves my office. She may have washed up in my bathroom, but her flushed face and the careful way she walked broadcasted that I had made her mine. Anyone who saw her would know my touch had been on her. Hell, it had made her come so hard that I almost lost complete control of myself. That never happens.

Ever.

I text my chauffeur that Alessa will be down to my car. I include a copy of her ID, so he’ll know what she looks like. Because Alessa shall follow my whim. She will be waiting for me when I get downstairs. She’ll do whatever I tell her for the rest of the night. Maybe the weekend.

I’ll focus on tonight for now. It’s been a long week of dealing with international business politics and the even stranger workings of local business procedures. I deserve a night or two of unwinding with a woman. By the time Alessa comes to work Monday afternoon, I’ll have taken every one of her erogenous zones at least twice over. She’ll be mine in everything but legalities.

If I wanted, I could make that happen too.

Presley returns at 10:30 when I’m cleaning the last of my rendezvous off my desk. My clothes are in order, and I’m as composed as ever, but I can’t hide the scent of Alessa’s sex and my passion all over her soft skin. One step in my office, and Presley takes two back.

“Open a window, please.” I’m already ahead of her. I’ll let the office air out overnight. Staff will close it for me early tomorrow morning.

Alessa’s black cotton underwear pops out of my top drawer. Presley happens to see them “Some tangible proof,” I offer. “In case you think all I did was make her miserable.”

“We once shared a place in college. I know what the room smells like after you’ve done that, thanks.” Do other women talk about that? Presley does. It doesn’t bother me anymore. There are a lot of things she does that no longer faze me. “You have to be kidding me, though. I don’t recall saying you shouldsleepwith her. Damnit, Marcon, you’re going to get us fucked in the news one day. Then what? The last thing anyone in this town needs is the headline‘Femme CEO Fucks Her Interns’in the Willamette Weekly. I didn’t even know she was queer.”

I ignore every word she says. “I’ll be seeing her again tonight.” I pack up the last of my things for the weekend and adjust my scarf in my illuminated computer monitor. I turn that off too. “You have good taste, Presley. She was more than an adequate conversation partner.”

“Which means she wasamazing.” Presley tosses Alessa’s underwear into the air. “Good for you, Marcon. Me, I’ll be licking my wounds over a lost bet at Kitty’s Corner Club.”

“Your latest and favorite strip joint?”

“You haven’t seen the women there.”

“I don’t need to.” Strip clubs do not amuse me. Those women aren’t interested in me, for one. Second, I can find women more than willing to take their clothes off for me anywhere. I’d rather hire an escort for a night of no-frills business than be surrounded by men and lethargic women trying to pay their bills. “Besides, I’ll be plenty busy for a while.”

“Next you’ll be telling me you’re taking your new girlfriend to your brother’s wedding.”

I shrug. “Maybe I will. I’ll need a date to keep the single guests off me.” I’ve dated women I’ve met at weddings before. Never again. Better to take a woman posing as your girlfriend than to go stag.

Even better if sheisyour girlfriend.

“Enjoy yourself.” Presley gives me a half-assed salute before showing herself out of my office. “I’ll get you in Rio soon enough, though. You can’t escape a vacation forever.”

“Watch me.”

I wait for Presley to get the hell out before tucking my briefcase strap across my chest. That way I can use both hands to carry the extraneous folders and books that don’t fit in there.

Wait, where’s her underwear?

I search the drawer and beneath my desk.Presley.Did she take them on purpose? On accident? I make a note on my phoneto ask her about it later because right now, I have other things to think about.

When I’m not exploring the depths of Alessa’s fascinating body, I plan on getting some decent work done at home. Glad I cleared my schedule. I was going to relax because spending a weekend at home with a stack of work is my idea of a vacation, but I don’t mind exerting myself with a beautiful lover in between bathing, eating, and poring over figures.

Like Alessa’s figure. Damn me for still thinking about her. The last time a woman occupied my mind like this was…

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