sex-me boss.

-I know how to be discreet, you know.

He’d sworn he’d never fall for a woman’s trick, especially one who claimed to be discreet, because he’d known people in the business world who’d been conned by women into blackmailing them out of nothing. He was suspicious of all women. He was willing to tell her who he was, he was willing to tell her about himself, but even if she seemed harmless, he didn’t know the kind of person she was, and he couldn’t take that risk.

-You don’t need to know who I am, as this is our last evening, my dear.

She wanted to believe him, since he said it with all his seriousness, but if she was just going to trust what he’d said last time, and especially this great appetite for sex between them, then she wasn’t at all sure that this was the last time they’d see each other, she didn’t believe it was their last night.

-Do you really think this is our last night of sex?

-Yes, it is, because after this I won’t have the head for that sort of thing.

-are you getting married?

Damon hiccupped in surprise. No, never, because getting married meant saying no to freedom and spending your whole life with the same woman. That wasn’t his style at all, and he couldn’t understand why his body kept asking for this girl, but this was the last night.

-Tell me princess, do you like it here at Le Bourget?

-Like it how?

-I don’t know, you think it’s a great job, you don’t feel overwhelmed very often, and all that.

-If it’s for all the things you’ve just mentioned, I admit there are evenings when I just want to cry because of these people who have no limits, but apart from that, I’m able to pay my rent and my bills, so I think I’m okay.

Damon pursed his lips. He didn’t know if she’d accept his proposal, and he had his doubts about what he wanted to do, because she was a girl he wanted very much, and he wondered how he’d manage once she was in his company, but after all, he wanted to get her out of that place first.

-I’ve got a proposition for you.

A mocking smile played on Olivia’s lips. Her ideas were already long gone and it wasn’t her fault at all, but she’d met rich men in offices who always made proposals that went against her dignity and when Damon spoke of proposal, she thought directly of this.

-Do you want me to be your private sex object?

He’d thought about it, and the fact that she was asking him this question troubled him greatly. Her tone was bitter and fortunately it wasn’t at all what he wanted to propose.

-I admit I’d thought about it, but we’ll talk about it later. You’re very beautiful to work in a place like this, so I’ve got a friend who’s a CEO, and I think he’ll be able to find you a job in his company.

Olivia was astonished. She’d always remembered her accounting teacher telling her that nothing was free, so she wondered what this offer was, especially coming from a stranger whose face she’d never even seen. Maybe it was kind of him, but she didn’t know if it was out of pure generosity or if it was hiding something else.

-Why? Why help me?

-I know what you’re thinking and I don’t blame you because anyone in your place would have thought the same thing, but I can’t bear to think of you in the midst of these perverted, macho men.

-What do you expect me to do next by way of thanks?

-Olivia I don’t expect anything from you because I’m a man who has everything and if you think I’m doing this because I want you to become my sex doll, you’re wrong on all counts because just my status makes all the girls fall at my feet and I could have the one I want at the snap of a finger. It’s just a helping hand and I’m not forcing you to accept but I’m just asking you to think it over.

Working in a company had always been her dream and she believed she could trust this man even if he didn’t trust her enough to reveal his identity.

-But what would I say to the boss of this company whom I don’t even know?

-I’ve already told him about you, he’s Damon Dixon, CEO of Dixon. Aviation,Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The name rang a bell, the man Betty wanted at any price, and she knew that if Betty ever found out, she’d try to use him to get to him. She didn’t know what he looked like, but given her friend’s description, he must have been a very intimidating man.

-Did you just want to see me, or did you also need that poor drink you’ve been waiting for?

Damon bit his lip and went over to the bottle, grabbed it along with the two glasses and returned to the bed, he poured the liquid into the two glasses and after toasting to the health of their intense orgasms, they soaked their throats.