Forbidden affair with my billionaire tycoon

hoice. I should have changed in the bathroom, not o

Mr. Reeves caught me. He caught me in a compromised position, half na

. Stop it, he was probabl

I suck in a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I did this to

I do as he asks, pushing it closed. I catch a fleeting glimpse of Ir

it,” he sa

t?”

it?

ver his shoulder, his

around to face him. I don't know what to do or say. Do I try to explain my

the truth. This is all a misunderstanding,

small step forward and letting my eyes

tly. “I'll tell you when it's your turn t

he arrogance, the pride, the ego, all of it thick and palpable. It's pouring off him like molten lava

es is now dark as the deepest trenches of the oceans and black as night. T

ing his desk is almost sensual. His fingertips delicately swirl, following knots in the w

job. I can't sc

hands together with so much force my knuckles turn white. The

something

th silent. I want to speak up and say something. The temptation is strong. My tongue is pressing against the back of my teeth, and my voice

make things worse. Mr. Reeves might feel

f him with famous people. Actors, actresses, politicians, academics. All people who have been interv

t is pounding so loudly in my chest, I wonder if he can hear it too. Is he listeni

ween my legs, and my nipples as they stiffen beneath my blouse. The s

mach is twisting and turning. I swallow

s, “Come closer, Ronda.” I take a few steps closer. His e

start to reach out for the c