Double Bossed

She was still standing there and she was staring daggers at me.

Where were we? Ah, yes.

“What are you doing here?” I repeated my question.

She looked at me in disbelief, her eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. “I just answered you that!”

I shoved my hands into pockets. She did?

Right. She probably did, but I was all lost in my little fantasy with her. My dick throbbed painfully, reminding me that it needed its release badly.

“Um, I see there is some tension between you two. I think it’s best for us to leave you now, Oliver,” Grant said and stood up. Bradley and Tom got up too, and several seconds later they were out of the board room, leaving this mysterious woman and me alone.

“Oliver?” she muttered, shock lacing her words.

“Yes. I’m Oliver Talon. Now that I’m paying attention, will you finally tell me who the hell are you?”

5

Alexandra

Oh my God. I swallowed the lump in my throat and wondered what I’d done to be this unlucky? I couldn’t believe I was standing in front of Oliver Talon! He was the new owner! How it could be possible that this man was the same man who had treated me like crap the other day?

He was the new owner and this would mean I would have to work under him in order to be on the project I loved and was obsessed with. I was working so hard to get this, and in the end all my years of studying and effort came to this...

I was so sure I would never see him again, but then I noticed him sitting with his colleagues, and for a moment I hadn’t been able to breathe. He was so sexy in his black suit, which was almost the same as the one he wore that day. He looked like he owned this place.

Even though I was so mad at him for insulting me that day—I still clearly remembered those horrible words—I couldn’t deny I felt something for him. All men in this room were looking good, but Oliver was in a way, different—he made me all hot. He made me feel some things I never felt.

When others left the room, clearly feeling our tension, I felt embarrassed for a moment. I came here to get the job, not make drama. Shit.

“Who the hell are you?” he’d asked me, and I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t reply rudely.

I had to hide my anger. I was preparing several days for this, and I couldn’t let myself lose this project just because of some unfortunate circumstance.

As if my anger wasn’t enough, it was mixed with excitement because he was so damn hot. I was annoyed with myself for noticing how gorgeous he was. Why wasn’t he some ugly, old man? Why did I have to get attracted to the person who was beyond rude and was going to be my boss if I was lucky enough to get the job despite what happened between us?

I cleared my throat and put a smile on my face. Here we go. “I am Alexandra Harris.”

“Alexandra?” The way my name sounded on his lips was too good for me. I felt my pussy throbbing in response.

“Yes. Something wrong with that?”

He shook his head, smirking. He looked even hotter with that smile. “Nothing at all. It’s just too sexy for me.”

My jaw literally dropped. “Sexy?”

“Yeah. Just like you.” His smirk grew even wider, and I swayed a little. Oh my. Why did it have to turn me on so much? Oliver Talon was rude, yet that didn’t stop my pussy from getting embarrassingly wet.

“Are you flirty with all women or you giving me some special treatment? If you do want to charm me in that way, I am afraid it is not working,” I retorted bitterly, and then I cursed myself.

No, this was wrong. I wasn’t supposed to challenge him. I was supposed to tame my anger and try to get the job. Provoking him was the last thing I should do.

“I doubt that, considering that you’re squirming at the moment. You want me, and it’s written all over your face.”

What? I blushed so hard that I felt the burn on my face and neck.

The conversation just went into a completely different direction and I had to fix this. I had to stop answering to his provocations and tell him what I was here for.