I'm so stunned, my mouth opens, but no words come out. Aaron. My stranger's name is Aaron.

Except he isn't a stranger any longer. He's the CEO of this company. The CEO of a company I have flown thousands of miles to impress.

How the hell am I to impress a man who's licked in between my legs? How can I prove my professionalism and inspire confidence when a few hours earlier, I was submitting to this man? Oh God. This wasn't supposed to happen. The one time in my life that I've let my hair down and not thought about the next day is the one time I should have kept to my principles.

This is now a wasted journey. I'll end up having to find a way to explain how I lost this account when this was supposed to be a journey to dot the I's and cross the T's on a done deal. My manager will be furious. Our annual bonus depends on this sale.

I exhale the breath I've been holding with an audible hiss, and Aaron slides his hands into the pockets of his impeccable suit. It probably cost him more than I get paid in a year.

"Don't look so worried," he says, but the wicked light in his eyes and the quirk of amusement in his lips shows me I should be exactly that. His expression tells me that he has plans for me that have nothing to do with this meeting or the software I'm selling.

And all I can think is that I'm in way over my head.8

AARONPlaying fair is not how I reached the top. Fair play has nothing to do with how I learned all my important lessons.

Trust no one. It’s my number-one rule.

Maintain power and control in every situation.

Always know more about your opponent than they do about you.

Share nothing that anyone could use to harm you.

And when it comes to sex, stay anonymous and engage only in one-night stands.

Playing games is how I win. It’s how I thrive. It’s what keeps me at the top of my game professionally. It’s what keeps women at arm’s length personally, and women need to be held at arm’s length, especially for a man in my position. The more you have to lose, the greater the risk in every situation.

I learned that late, but I learned it good.

As Nicole sits with her mouth agape, all I can think about is putting that sweet mouth to good use.

My cock stirs, and I widen my stance. I’ve had many encounters with women. Even when they have no idea who I am, they fall at my feet. If that makes me sound like an arrogant asshole, I don’t care. I’m blessed with good genes and a don’t-give-a-fuck attitude that makes women drop their panties in record time. I’ve had many encounters, but none like what happened with Nicole.

Attraction is a funny thing. Women can be beautiful and still do nothing for me. They can be stereotypically sexy, and I will still pass them over. They can look innocent, and it won’t interest me, have a sassy attitude, and I’ll be looking elsewhere. I get bored easily and am as fickle as April weather. There’s just something about Nicole that made me come back for more. She isn’t model beautiful or wealthy or educated to genius status. She just has that special little something that rocks my boat. It’s a personal thing. I like long dark hair. I like mysterious eyes that have depth and sadness. I like small features, and I like a woman with poise. Nicole is everything I like and more.

I watch her squirming at the awkwardness of the situation, and I like it. She submitted to me in a way that no woman ever has before, and it woke something in me.

So here I am, breaking a rule, and I’m torn about how to feel. I’m still in control. Nicole needs this contract. She knows there would be repercussions for what happened last night if I was indiscreet. She needs me to keep this professional so she can walk out of here with what she flew across the Atlantic for. And I want that for her too.

This isn’t me being an asshole. This is me wanting something from her that I haven’t wanted from any woman for a long time – a second night.

Fuck! I’m getting hard just remembering the way she shimmied out of her little pink thong at my behest in a bar surrounded by people. It was damp when she rested it in my palm, and I knew then that I would have her. If a man can make a woman wet without touching her, they have a pretty good chance of getting in her panties and up inside her.

After the sex, she seemed different, less docile, less compliant, and with a determined edge to her voice. The sex didn’t drive me to break my rule. It was her words. “You’ll be my dirty little secret.” That was what she said – a direct challenge.

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