Page 15 of Hot CEO

The memory of his mouth…down there…makes me blush, and I have to hide my face in my hands, hoping nobody notices. Nobody’s ever done that to me before.

The hours pass slowly,so damn slowly, and I spend each one of them thinking about what’s going to happen tonight. Will he lick me like that again? Touch me? I saw the bulge in his trousers when he stood up after. Would that even fit inside me?

The idea scares me as much as it thrills me.

By the time five o’clock rolls around, I’m so ready to leave that I pack all my stuff away in under a minute. A quick glance over my shoulder confirms that Sean is tidying up in his office, but I don’t want to be seen leaving together.

As much as I want him, I’m staying firm on the fact that I don’t want to flaunt it to the whole damn office. So I hop in the elevator with a friendly female employee who I think is named Sarah. We chat about how excited she is for a glass of wine when she gets home and she shows me photos of her cat—a super cute ball of fluff that momentarily distracts me from my racing thoughts—until we step out at the bottom floor.

It’s October, but the air hasn’t gone cold yet. The evening is a little gray, but it’s warm, and I’m grateful for that fact as I wait at the side of the building, leaning against the stone as I watch people walk past.

“Savannah!”

I jolt, turning towards the voice shouting my name. I smile when my gaze finds a familiar face. “Hi, Chris.”

“Hey, how are you?” He joins me at the edge of the sidewalk, getting closer to me to let other people move past.

“What are you doing round here? I thought you lived near me?” I respond, happy to have company to pass the time while I wait for Sean.

Chris makes a face I can’t decipher, like he’s tasted something sour. “Just out for a day in the center,” he answers cheerily, but his smile is tight and his voice sounds forced.

I frown, cocking my head to the side. I haven’t known him for long, but he’s always been easygoing and kind. Is something wrong?

“Are you okay?” I ask gently, concerned. “You seem a little…stressed?”

His smile drops, and he sighs heavily. The sudden change in his expression surprises me, my eyes widening. “I saw you with that guy,” he says slowly, jaw tense. “At the coffee shop.”

“Oh! My boss,” I supply, nodding. Our daily coffee runs are becoming a sort of routine. Sean had memorized my coffee order on day two.

“He’s also that guy from the bar, right?”

I will myself not to blush. I don’t work with Chris. There’s no reason to hide this from him, not really. But…I don’t like the weird way he’s looking at me or the way he’s talking about Sean. I shuffle slightly, moving away from him. He takes a step towards me, not letting me get more distance. My heart rate spikes.

“Yeah,” I say quietly. “Just a coincidence.”

Chris snorts, his lip curling in a sneer. “Do all your bosses put their hand on your waist like that? Or flirt shamelessly with you? Is that the kind of girl you are, Savannah? Had me fooled. I thought you were sweet, not some shameless slut.”

I feel like he’s slapped me. “Chris!” I hiss, horrified. “What are you talking about?”

“I can’t believe you,” he snaps, and too late I realize that I’m trapped between a pillar and his body. I can’t back away anymore. “You blew me off for him? What is it? Were you hoping for an early bonus, huh?”

“What?! Of course not—”

“Then what’s that rich prick got that I don’t?”

“Chris, please—”

“After everything I’ve done for you, Savannah,” he continues, disappointment and darkness leaking into his voice. I’m frozen under the hatred in his gaze. “Don’t you think I’m owed better than this for all the kindness I’ve shown you? You wouldn’t even know Polly if it wasn’t for me. You’d be alone in this city.”

“I don’t…Chris…what are you doing?” My voice comes out as small as I feel. Fear makes my stomach churn. My chest hurts with how hard my heart is beating against my ribs.

His touch burns like a brand as he grabs my wrist. I yelp, the sound broken with fear.

“Oh come on, Savannah.” His tone switches to false kindness. His mood changes are giving me whiplash. I can’t keep up. His fingers are tight on my wrist. I wince. “I’m a nice guy. I’ll forgive you for all of this. Come back to my place, apologize properly, and we can put this behind us. We can start our dating journey on a much better foot, yeah?”

“No!” I struggle, but he doesn’t let go.

“Savannah, stop being so difficult—”

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