Page 24 of Confessing to the CEO

“He offered,” I said. “He saw I was tired and told me to go over.”

“I have been tired multiple times in the past several years and not once have I ever ended up in his private bedroom ma’am!”

I was a bit surprised to hear this. “Really?”

“It’s the boobs,” she lamented. “I knew you were going to be a problem.”

“I couldn’t take any of this seriously, instead I was quite amused and shook my head.

“It’s fine. You’ll be fine. Whatever happens. The important thing is that even after a day of fuckups he doesn’t seem to hate me, so that’s good.”

“Yeah I guess,” she said. “But don’t make him like you too much either. I can’t keep up with that.”

“Sure,” I said and ended the call.

I took my time in removing my makeup and washing my face. Even though I was sure I looked okay without it for the first time I doubted my appearance. I was reminded by Sophie's words that it shouldn’t matter, I washed my hands and returned to the cabin.

As I headed past him I kept my head slightly lowered and just as I had predicted and Sophie had hoped he didn’t look up, so I was able to return to the bedroom in peace.

As soon as I collapsed spread out like a starfish on the bed I realized it smelled like him. Other people's smell wasn’tanything to indulge in but he truly smelled amazing. Like tobacco and citrus and vanilla all in one. It was intoxicating as I hugged the pillow more than was necessary. I was asleep in no time.

Chapter 11

Lucien

London used to be quite an exciting city for me to visit when I still worked in investment banking. However, due to recent miscreancy, I had tried my best to avoid it at all times. This hotel, however, the Connaught, remained one of my favorites.

I was still somewhat awake when we arrived, so I immediately headed in for their breakfast, since it was quite early.

Everything was fresh and tasty, and while I was seated, I indeed received a call from Charles Nioly, confirming the meeting that we were going to be having later that day.

I was impressed because I had been sure that Sophie had been lying to me when she said she had it handled. After all, she absolutely didn’t seem like she did. But in all honesty, I wasn’t surprised because she was usually quite efficient. The breakup must have really done a number on her the previous day, but I hoped from now on she would be her usual self.

I had no idea where she had gone the moment I had handed over her room key. She, as usual, had free reign to do what shewanted until it was time for our business, so I simply ate alone and headed up as well to rest.

I really wanted to take a swim before I slept, so despite how unideal this was, I couldn't resist, and so after changing, I headed down to their stellar indoor pool.

Given the time, there were very few people making use of it, but it might as well have been empty because the space was so large I was able to swim as fast as I wanted to. There was a swimming pool back in my penthouse in New York, and the ability to have the luxury here as well so I could be completely worn out enough to instantly fall asleep was priceless.

A little while later, I lifted my head from the water at the end of my lap and saw her.

She had just strolled in, dressed in a bikini with a sheer fabric covering over her.

It covered a lot, so by all accounts, she was quite decently dressed. But then, when she found a lounging chair for her things and set it down, I couldn’t look away.

I had to admit then, sadly, that I was curious about her body because there was a change, and even though my head didn’t want to accept it, the fact was that within the last two days, she had caught my attention because of it.

It only took a few seconds for me to see what I wanted to see, and in the end, I felt myself go hard underneath the water. She was more gorgeous and endowed than I could have imagined.

Her waist was slim, her breasts full and barely able to be contained in the scrap of material attempting to cover them, and her ass as she turned around was something that I couldn’t stop myself from vividly imagining rubbing my cock between.

My thoughts were completely out of control making me understand that I was completely out of control as well however I didn’t want to leave just yet so I continued with my lap.

A few minutes later, however, when I brushed the hair out of my face, I found that she was nowhere to be seen. She had probably seen me as well and took her leave, which was good. So, I got out of the pool. The ache was good and I felt ready to go right to bed, so I grabbed my towel to head out. My gaze couldn't help but sway once again to the part of the pool where she had been, and just then, a little distance away, I found arms flailing. She tried to call for help, or perhaps she didn't want help, completely fine. But from where I was, I was sure she was the one who was struggling.

And so I called out her name.

"Sophie?"

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