sex-me boss.

After Damon’s speech, a dance was launched, rather like the opening of the ball. From the podium where he stood, he didn’t take his eyes off Olivia, for she was his date and no other. Stephanie was searching the room for him and so was Betty. Olivia was still on James’s arm and considering that he was going to be her date when she saw her boss coming towards them. At last she was going to see him up close.

-Olivia, I’m glad to see you, it seems you’ve been avoiding me all evening.

-Mr. Damon, I think you’ve been busy with your HR manager, and you know as well as I do that it’s not nice to interrupt two people who seem to be getting along just to say hello.

Damon wondered whether he was dreaming or the young lady was jealous. He liked the fact that she wasn’t hiding it. It showed him that he hadn’t been the only one to suffer throughout the evening when he wanted to be with her.

-James, I think your partner’s waiting for you at the dance, so why don’t you leave Olivia to me?

The latter frowned, not understanding who this companion was waiting for him, but Damon gave him a discreet sign that he wanted Olivia, and the latter quickly understood.

-Oh yes, and I imagine I’m going to have a hard time of it between her jealousy and everything else. Have a nice evening, Olivia.

He left and without delay, Damon grabbed Olivia’s hand and dragged her to the dance floor. It was a slow dance and all the couples were into it.

-Why didn’t you speak to me when you arrived, Olivia?

-I told you, you were with Stephanie and since you were having a laugh, I didn’t want to be a troublemaker, so I slipped away until your friend James came to take me back inside. You could have done the same, couldn’t you, or do the employee-boss rules apply to this too?

-Yes, except that when I wanted to, Martin Dubois grabbed your hand and dragged you off with him.

Olivia felt very hot despite the room’s air-conditioning, as being glued to this man wasn’t helping her at all. They were dancing, of course, but it was more like foreplay for the real thing. She was waiting for the song to stop so that she too could stop dancing, but it was a wasted effort.

She rested her head against the man’s chest and looked to her left when she caught the murderous look Stephanie was sending her. She huffed and puffed, believing she could hold out, but this girl was just about to leave her date and pounce on her.

She turned her head to the right, thinking she’d get away with it, but it was even worse than she’d thought, for she was facing Betty’s gaze, which was even blacker than Stephanie’s. She could read in his eyes that he was even more deadly than she was. She could even read in his eyes that best friend or not, she’d be willing to kill her for this man.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

She couldn’t bear it and now looked at Damon, who had locked eyes with her, and she felt as if time had stopped. She remembered that day in the restaurant and it was just as perfect as in the restaurant. He lowered his head to kiss her when she turned away. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but she didn’t want to do it in front of all the company’s employees to avoid being seen as the girl who slept with the boss.

Damon grunted at her gesture but didn’t insist. A few minutes later, the music stopped and she thanked the heavens. She was in a hurry to get away from Damon and hide when a cocktail tray crashed into her. Luckily, she was already at an exit that certainly led to the kitchens.

-I’m sorry miss, oh shit I’ve ruined your dress, you’ll have to do something. I’ll clean it up.

-Don’t bother, just tell me where I can find soap and water and I’ll take care of it myself.

-Sure, follow me.

They took the elevator and once it stopped, it opened onto a truly magnificent floor. Olivia was literally drooling and forgot why she was there. She even wondered if she was still on Damon’s property.

-Well, since you’ll have to take off your dress completely, I’ll leave you in this private space where you won’t run the risk of meeting any perverts. Here’s a shirt you can wear while you clean your dress.

Olivia picked it up and thanked her. This shirt had her boss’s scent on it, but she didn’t think she was on his floor since they’d taken the elevator, so it was certain she was somewhere else.