Page 6 of The Billionaire's Off Chance

“Why don’t you have Christmas decorations?” I ask all of a sudden, taking his attention off me.

He shrugs. “Doesn’t really interest me.”

“But Christmas is a magical time. Mom and I always decorated whatever place we stayed with little Christmas trinkets or a small tree to show our love and growth over the year. It’d be a waste not to use this space for decorations.” I realize that I’ve been speaking for so long without him interrupting.

I see him leaning against the wall, just watching me. “I get what you’re saying. My siblings and I… You know what, forget it. We’ll be leaving for work soon, anyway.” He shakes his head sadly, starting to leave.

“Lance!”

He stops, looking back at me. “What would you like to have for breakfast before we go?” I’m nervous but stand firmly.

He looks confused. “You want to cook?”

“Yes. It’ll be a little token of my appreciation, and you don’t have to leave home hungry.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t have to bother yourself, Chasmin. I have a cook; so you just need to enjoy it.” He stands in front of me, looking amused. “I didn’t expect a young woman like you to be interested in cooking. Are you as good at cooking as you are at business?”

“Yes. Mom worked two jobs, being away from home for hours. I had to prepare the meals, and over time I got better at it.” I smile, sadly recalling what Mom and I had gone through years before she met and married my stepdad, Paul.

He sets down his mug on the table and takes both my hands in his large ones. “You don’t have to work or stress yourself now that you’re staying with me. Whatever pain you went through in your life, you can be assured that you won’t face such problems here. I promise.”

I don’t know what to say to that. “If you want to cook, you’re free to use the kitchen whenever you want. However, let the cook do it today. We have to get ready for work. Come.” He wraps his hand around my waist, leading me away from the living room.

We reach my room, and he opens the door. “I’ll meet you in the dining room when you’re ready.”

I enter and watch him leave. His broad back and the way he walks hold me in a trance. My imagination runs wild. This is the first time a guy has ever captured my mind totally, and I somewhat feel disappointed that he didn’t come into my room.Get that thought out of your mind, young woman.I start to get ready for work.

Days later, it’s the weekend. Lance is in the indoor gym, working out. I go to the kitchen to prepare a simple healthy meal for the both of us. I hum a song as I dance around the kitchen while cooking. I’m showing my appreciation in a meaningful way. Although he said I need not thank him, I feel uncomfortable getting all this care and not paying him back.

I bend to bring out the gluten-free bread I just baked from the oven when I hear Lance cough behind me. I jump, banging the oven shut in haste. I quickly set down the bread on the table, facing him. He stands by the door, his hands folded at his chest. He’s wearing a tank tee and pants that hugs his huge, muscled calves. He’s sweaty from his workout, but he still looks so delicious that I want to touch him.

“Hey…” I wave awkwardly, then I notice his fiery gaze. I look down at what I’m wearing. A pair of cutoff jeans shorts, showing my thighs and a tank top that shows my nipples. I feel my face grow red. “Umm… excuse me. I... have to…” I stammer, walking to the door to quickly go change.

In my haste, I slip on the marble floor. I scream as I’m about to land on my back. I feel strong hands wrap around my waist, keeping me safe right before I hit the floor. I wrap my arms around Lance’s neck for steadiness. Our gazes locked, and the deep earthy scent from his workout fills my nostrils.

I’m frozen in his arms, my lips parted as I gulp for air. I’m now on my feet, but we’re so close that our noses touch. Our eyes look at each other’s lips. He brushes his over mine. I sigh, opening my lips wider. Our tongues meet and light explodes in my head. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, deepening the kiss and pressing my body into his.

He leads me out of the kitchen as we kiss, not breaking apart to breathe. His hands trail my body, squeezing and caressing me. My body is alight with fire. An alarm sounds in my head.I’m a virgin!Don’t men like him prefer experienced women? I can’t sleep with him. He’s my boss and benefactor. I press my hands to his chest, stopping him. I'm unable to form words, so I shake my head.

He lets me go, nodding, catching his breath. “I should go shower. I must stink.” He laughs, and I emit a nervous chuckle. He leaves.Oh, my God! This isn’t happening right now.

Throughout the day, I can't stop thinking of the kiss, his hands on my body, and the way I want him. I imagine us together, entangled in bed. I slap my cheeks slightly.Nope, that won’t happen. He wasn’t thinking straight. That’s all.

It’s now evening, and I haven’t seen him come out of his room since the afternoon. I grow worried. I go to his door and knock. I get no reply. I push the door. His room is larger than mine, but with a severe minimalist checkered floor design and a bed with well-arranged white sheets. I look at the organized room, not seeing him but his briefs on the floor on the way to the restroom. My eye stays on the briefs for a moment too long.So close to his skin.

The door to the restroom opens. He steps out naked, using a towel to dry his hair and face. “Ah!” I clamp my hands over my mouth, not taking my eyes away from his body and the semi hard erection on full display. His pubes are trimmed. My body and mind are locked on him.

He takes the towel from his face, seeing me. “Oh.” That is the only sign of surprise on his face.

“Cover up! Why isn’t your towel tied round your waist? You… you’re doing this on purpose.” My anger toward him is spurred by the fact I can’t get him out of my mind. He’s imprinted himself there. I stand in front of him, poking his chest with a finger.

“Really? This is my home, and I can do whatever I want. And you’re in my room, Chasmin. You must have ulterior motives, huh?” He leans down, staring deeply into my eyes.

“No. I…” I can’t say more as he kisses me, hugging me so that my body presses against his hard core. His member is now hard, burning hot through the silk skirt I’m wearing. The logical part of my mind tells me to end this, but my body wants more. The resisting voice grows quieter. He’s making me feel so good.

He kisses my neck, unbuttoning my shirt slowly and kissing the bosom. His hands on my skin feel like fire. “Lance…” I call out, breathlessly.

“Hmm…” He looks at me with hazy eyes. He caresses my abdomen, his hand snaking down into my skirt. I feel his fingers slip through my panties, rubbing my rosebud. I squeal, my legs grow wobbly.

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