Entangled With My Boss

2 - The

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hazy recollection of heated breaths, wandering hands, and dark whispers rushed back to me in waves. I was alone now, b

stranger's arms. I scrambled for my clothes, trying to piece together how I'd ended up tangled in lust wi

s I fumbled through the hotel room, dressing myself in a rush, the humiliation s

aning hotel rooms by day, getting lost in anonymous encounters by night. I couldn't let last n

cing as fast as my feet. I darted toward the elevator,

st night. My breath caught in my throat, and I froze. He was dressed i

ark. But there was no sign of recognition on his face. Cold. Calculated. Like last night was no

rying to rush past him into

with force. My shoulder slammed into his chest, and I stumble

pped, clutching my shoulder as if

e, clearly unamused. "You

e sudden encounter. My emotions were all over the place -

gance. "You're late. Maybe you should focus more o

g up my neck. "And maybe you should

leaned in slightly, his voi

oze.

He was Anthony Whitmore-the CEO of Whitmore Enterprises, the man who owned half th

" I stammered, feeling th

hing darker too. "No, you didn't," he said s

his can't be happening. I'd just slept with my boss. No, not just any boss-the CEO. My

backed into the corner of the elevator, my body tensing at his nearness. His presence was overwhelming, intoxicating, just like

elvet, wrapping around my name in a way that

e to get a grip. "I'm not flustered,"

that sent a shiver down my sp

e and face the undeniable attraction pulling me toward him. I hated it. I hated him f

top, and the doors slid open wi

e, his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me back to him. The world

e whispered, his voice laced with a dark

el and walking away, leaving me breathless and shaking. H

mind raced with a thousand questions, but none of them had answers. I didn't underst

s clear. This wa

in my pocket. I fumbled to pull it out, my hands shaking as

fice. Tonight. 8

an cold. I