sex-me boss.

When she was ready, she left the mansion in Damon’s big car. Her driver had never stopped casting curious glances at her, and to say that this situation didn’t bother her would be a big lie. He hadn’t stopped looking at her through the rearview mirror and she regretted why she hadn’t decided to take a cab. As the car began to enter her neighborhood, she began to breathe a sigh of relief. At last, she could breathe without worry.

When he got out to open the door for her, he saw that she was already outside, and he didn’t like that.

-I didn’t know my boss, who’s a gentleman, was into young girls who can look after themselves. Even the worst asshole knows to open the car door for women, mademoiselle.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

She realized what he was talking about and, frankly, couldn’t see why it bothered him so much. She’d just got out instead of continuing to wait as if she were the one paying him. She nodded apologetically and started off towards her building when he caught her by the arm.

-I’ve apologized and I don’t think you’re going to attack me in my neighborhood, you could have done it on the road and not here.

-I wonder how he puts up with you, your ideas are always out of line but fortunately not all women are like you.

Olivia couldn’t believe it. Not only was he holding her back in the street, he was still treating her as if she were a woman with no respect. She saw him take a box out of his pocket and hand it to her. She hesitated whether to take it or not, since she didn’t know him and didn’t know what it contained.

-Will you take it or not?

-Well, when you propose to a woman, you put one knee on the ground, but you’re standing on your two feet, towering over me. That’s not very gentlemanly.

Damon’s driver couldn’t believe it. He wondered where his boss had taken this girl seriously, but she was also great fun because everything she said was good for a laugh.

-In fact, it was Mr. Dixon who gave it to me for you.

Damon had sent her a box that was a jewel case. She didn’t believe that after spending a wonderful night at home with her friend, he was going to propose to her the next day, and worst of all, in the most archaic way, if you could call it that. So how was she going to say “yes I do” when he wasn’t there, she wondered.

-Forget what you’re thinking right now, Miss. It’s not a marriage proposal, I don’t know, but the box isn’t from Mr Damon, but rather from the man who saved your life last night when you fainted in his bathroom.

Olivia flushed. Hinting that she’d had a seizure in her bathroom created several ideas and she didn’t believe he’d actually told his driver about it yet she believed he was capable of keeping a secret.

-Well now, mademoiselle, you may leave.

-But I think that here, the one who should leave is you and thank you for the commission. You’re a bit of a pain, but you know how to explain things. Goodbye.

While she stood still, Damon’s driver sat on the hood of the car, which she didn’t understand at all. The fact that he was still there attracted curious looks, and given that she was in a poor neighborhood and the locals had absolutely nothing to do with their days, it was sure to be his name on the front page for weeks to come.

-Are you going to leave, or am I going to have to beg you?

-I promised the boss that I wouldn’t leave until you’ve entered your house and signaled to me through the window that you’re at home, so I can’t leave or I’ll have to come back to check that you’re home.

She smiled at him and turned to leave. She didn’t know her wait was a mission, or she’d have left by now. Since there was no elevator, she took the stairs and, despite the resistance, eventually arrived in front of her appert and saw that the door was ajar. This could only be the work of two people, Maggie and her mysterious stranger, since they were the two who had her keys. She walked straight into the room without paying any attention, went to the window where she motioned to Damon’s driver to leave.