Page 14 of Insufferable Boss

“What salary compensation would be suitable for you?” I asked, and she looked surprised.

“I’ll still be paid?”

“Of course, you would need to be. If you’re assigning your company over to become a subsidiary of ours, then of course, you’re no longer in control of the finances regarding it.”

“True. But just to be clear, I will keep a percentage of it. I’m only assigning a part of it.”

“Ah,” I said. “A very important almost missed point. So, what percent would you like to keep?”

“The majority, of course. I propose 60-40.”

I stared at her, and she smiled.

“Too low? Okay, then I propose 65-35.”

I laughed out loud, my voice ringing out across the room. I truly enjoyed speaking to her more than I had expected. It made me wonder then what else about her I could enjoy. My gaze lowered down to her nipples again and found that they were beginning to harden. What a delight it was to watch her.

“I'll take all suggestions under advisement and present them tomorrow. How does 10 am sound?”

“I’ll be there,” she replied, and I nodded.

5

Lena

He was bold. Either that, or he was completely shameless. Throughout our business discussion, he kept his gaze directly on mine, but now that the basics had been resolved and we were somewhat on the same page, his gaze kept going once again to my chest. I could feel the weight of them, especially without any bra on, and the more he looked, the harder my nipples got. At some point, it was as though he was playing a game with them, and I didn’t know whether to be amused or offended. I wasn’t uncomfortable, though, which I understood, and that was because if I could outrightly stare at him as provocatively as this, I probably would, so he could have his feast. It made the dinner all the more interesting, especially as my clit continued to throb in response to his attention.

I wondered what he thought, and then the waiter came to take our dessert order, and I decided that I didn’t want to know. With Kane, I was sure that not knowing was always the better option.

He suggested and ordered the "Chocolate Trilogy," which was a dark chocolate tart with a cocoa nib crust, a milk chocolate and caramelized hazelnut dacquoise, and a white chocolate and passion fruit mousse. It was served with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and garnished with gold leaf. It was fascinating to look at, and as soon as it arrived, we dug in.

The first taste was heavenly, and although I didn't intend it, a moan escaped my lips as my tongue ran down the spoon. He looked at me, all traces of amusement disappearing from his face. It was still technically a business meeting, so I refrained from making any such sounds, but apparently, the damage had already been done.

“You said you had somewhere else to be after this,” he asked, and I nodded, though I didn't give any more details because I absolutely did not have anywhere else to be. I had acquaintances in the city since I had spent a year after college here interning at Bond No. 9. After this decadent dessert, I was going to go to the gym and work it off so that I could sleep in peace.

“Where?” he asked, and I looked up, a smirk on my face.

“Why do I have to reveal that?” I asked.

And he smiled.

“You’re right, you don't have to. If you do need a personal chauffeur or

“

“I know, I know,” I cut him off. “It's provided for me. Got it.”

He went silent then and kept watching me.

“You don’t want this?” I asked. “I can't finish it all on my own.”

“I'm not into sweets,” he said. “Eat what you want, and we’ll dispose of the rest.”

“Too delicious to be disposed of,” I said. “I'll take it to go. All the more reason to work it off tonight.”

“How exactly will you be working it off?” he asked, and I looked up to glare at him.

“I’ll find a way,” I said. “Hence why I have plans.”

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