sex-me boss.

-So, Miss Turner, I thought I’d warned you about office relationships. I imagine Martin Dubois is your boss here, but that’s no reason to strut around his office with your chest out, you know.

Olivia looked up at him, squinting. She wanted to ask him the meaning of the kiss they’d just exchanged, but thought better of it. She didn’t understand him at all, and from the sneer on his lips, it was clear that he was angry.

-I’d gone to return a file.

-And not to tease him, I imagine. I wanted to believe at first that it was the nature of your clothing, but I was surprised to see you responsible as usual when you left the back of your table, which would mean that this seduction was quite intentional. If you value your position, Olivia, be very careful.

-Yes, sir.

Damon huffed and puffed his way out of his office. He didn’t want to be hard on her if that had been the case, but it was the frustration of not being able to touch her that was making him so grumpy, and especially the fact that he’d imagined she’d seduced Martin when she’d never done that with him. He was quite jealous, he admitted to himself.

Olivia hadn’t taken her eyes off the door, still trying to understand. It was Betty who had put her in this situation and now the big boss was threatening to fire her if it ever happened again, but she was still going to keep going and if she was ever fired then maybe Betty would let go of her idea of wanting to seduce Damon. She set to work, glancing at her watch each time to avoid having to pick up Betty’s bias late at night.

Four o’clock in the evening was Friday, and she knew that Martin was coming home a little early that day, so she had to be quick. She pushed up her chest to give him a good view of her, to give her what she needed and hoped she wouldn’t run into Damon again. When she reached his office, she knocked and he asked her to come in.

With a feline gait, she advanced to his desk and when she wanted to sit down, Martin arrived in front of her in no time and held her by the waist while looking at the curves of her breasts. She was disgusted to know that she was playing the floozy.

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-Yes, it’s there and you’ve got what I want too.

She said nothing and noticed an envelope on the table. She was thinking about the best way to retrieve it when she felt his grip on her buttocks. She tensed and bubbled with anger, needing a miracle right now. Martin began to bring his hand up when he was at the level of her blouse, sending his hand underneath, touching her skin. She knew she’d have shuddered if it had been her mysterious stranger, but right now she felt nothing but the urge to shove his knee into her crotch, but she pitied him that he couldn’t have any more children. He was very close to her breast when the door to her office opened without warning. He pulled away from her very quickly, but she didn’t have the courage to turn around for fear of meeting Damon’s face.

-And good manners, Miss Rivera,” Martin had said angrily.

Olivia blew out her breath and thanked the heavens for this rescue; she intended to thank this girl later. She put her hand on the desk and retrieved the envelope under Martin’s murderous stare, but she didn’t give a damn about him anymore, since she’d just got what she wanted.

She started to leave his office when Martin grabbed her wrist. She let him do it so as not to arouse suspicion in front of Miss Rivera, who seemed to really like Martin, but he was such an idiot that he couldn’t see it.

-We’re not finished yet.

-You’re busy, sir, so I’ll see you later, and I’d say tomorrow night at the party, you’ll like my friend, I assure you.

Martin glared at her to make her understand that even if he was going to enjoy his friend, he’d have to start with her first, and he’d never had a problem sleeping with all the sisters in a family, so with two friends it was no big deal.