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Damon couldn’t stop looking at his watch, he couldn’t for the life of him understand why this girl wasn’t coming, he was afraid she’d decided to change her mind and thinking about it killed him so much because he couldn’t think for a moment that he was going to stop seeing her. He’d even gone out several times to watch for his secretary’s office, only to find that she hadn’t arrived yet. He was tempted to call her, but decided against it. It wasn’t even noon yet, and he still hoped she’d come.

When the sound of the elevator reminded him that she had arrived, Olivia stepped out of the crate and into a corridor. She ran straight ahead and came face to face with a young girl who looked Asian, but was rather cute.

– Hello, sorry to bother you, I’d like to meet the boss.

She expected the latter to ask her if she was one of the boss’s mistresses, but she didn’t do anything of the sort, just continued looking at her.

– Your name, please.

– Olivia Turner.

She saw her pick it up, stared at it and made the call. She announced on the other end of the line that someone named Olivia Turner was there. A few seconds later, she hung up, stood up and walked around her desk to face her.

– Please follow me.

She went ahead and Olivia followed. When she stopped in front of a solid black wooden door, she lowered the handle and beckoned Olivia in. As she entered, Olivia closed the door and left. She looked at the man’s imposing build, who had turned around, and didn’t know what to do.

Damon was trying to regain his composure; he’d wanted her to come so badly, but now that she was here, he didn’t even know how to look her straight in the eye. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to resist looking at her. But I’m the boss, he thought. He knew exactly how to do it, so it wasn’t going to be difficult at all.

Slowly, as the man’s gaze locked with hers, Olivia thought she’d lost her balance. She thought she’d seen him before, not seen him, but felt him, because her heart was beating rapidly.

– Hello Miss Turner and welcome to Dixon. Aviation.

She thought she was hearing voices in her head because she’d heard that voice a dozen times and no, it couldn’t be the man in front of her. She shook her head frantically, she wanted to leave but for her objective, that of seeing her mysterious stranger again, she had to stay and face this man who was awakening everything in her to the point where she thought she was going mad.

Damon noticed her confusion and it was better that it was she who was confused rather than him. She was so beautiful and her lips attracted him. He hadn’t been able to help himself and had licked his lips, but fortunately mademoiselle was so confused that she hadn’t noticed his gesture. As if his cock had known it was her, he felt it become tight, this situation was becoming dangerous for him and as he took his seat in her majestic armchair, it was going to get worse.

– Take a seat, Miss Turner.

She nodded awkwardly and took a seat in the armchair opposite his desk. She suddenly felt very hot because the man’s smell was the same as her mysterious stranger’s. She thought it was him, but it just couldn’t be.

Damon hadn’t been able to help himself and had slid his eyes to her suit, which had remounted a little. He wanted to see what she had underneath and the thought made his member harden more and more. God, he wondered what that girl had done to him.

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The pain in his limb had become unbearable and he couldn’t take it anymore, he had to do something to alleviate it and the only way was to take Olivia on his desk but it was still too early for her to see his wild side. He had to slip away.

– Excuse me Miss Turner, I’ll give you time to collect your wits and calm down a little.

Olivia watched him disappear behind a door, wondering if she was the only one in the room who needed to calm down.