Page 51 of One Bossy Night


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“I had thought you'd at least be able to hold yourself together till we get to the hotel, and I couldn't see you, but you couldn't even keep it together for the flight?"

At my words, her eyes widened, and then she tried to get off, but it was too late. My arms banded around her, and I ensured that she stayed in place.

"Let me go, Sir," she said, and she smiled.

"I won't. I don't want to. You, on the other hand, seem to be looking for every opportunity, even remotely possible, to let me go."

She stopped then and looked at me, and tears rolled down her eyes again.

"I'm so sorry, I'm not usually emotional. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me; I just-"

"You like me," I said, and I could feel her entire body turn to stone.

"Sir?"

"Am I wrong?" I asked. "You like me, and you care about me. You also care about my business because I care about it, and you didn't want to bring any harm to it. And because of this, you're willing to deny yourself. Am I wrong?"

She watched me, and then she lowered her head. I leaned forward and whispered into her ears.

"If you were the one, and you had someone in your life who acted this way toward you... then, coupled with the fact that the sex between you two is unbelievable, would you let go so easily?"

She leaned forward and rested her forehead against mine.

"Stop... please."

I held her even tighter, and she had no choice but to stare into my eyes.

"Do you really want me to stop?" I asked.

"You know I won't force you. Since you've already expressed what you want, I'll respect it. But for the sake of giving things a second consideration, would you rather find a solution with me?"

She watched me, and then she nodded.

"I admit that my reaction yesterday was quite over the top. But I don't regret it though. If it were anyone else, I cannot say that I would have been as annoyed or affected, but because it was you, I was more sensitive than I usually am. However, I am not going to apologize for that either.

She watched me.

"I told you earlier that we shouldn't control our time together during these ten days. Afterwards, after we return to New York, we can deal with whatever the consequences are. But for now... can we just not think for once? About repercussions and about the future? Which means that if I get pissed off that he keeps harassing you despite the very clear warnings to stay away from you, then I will punch him in the nose once again, and you cannot get scared or worried. As I told you, no one person can ever be powerful enough to negatively affect my business or hinder my way. This is a trivial concern on your part."

She nodded, and I could only hope she was taking in all that I was saying.

"So... what do you say?" I asked. "We go back to truly being on vacation. Without any restrictions?"

She considered this, and then she leaned forward and kissed me. The plane wasn't that huge, so I was certain that whatever we did could easily be discovered by the air hostesses; there was no room for us, at least, so we couldn't go anywhere else. Madison, however, seemed not to care.

Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse, and then she began to unbutton them. I realized then that there was one more thing that I wanted to say.

"Also," I said, "From now on, don't dress that way anymore. I'm not a man without self-control, and we've already established that you're more than just a female I truly don't mind advances from, so there's no need to cover up in order to help me resist temptation because as of now and between us, that is impossible. And I know what you taste like, and whenever I have the appetite for this and for you within however many days or hours, then I need you to make yourself available to me. Unless of course you don't want to."

She nodded just as she finished with the buttons, and then she was pulling the fabric off her shoulders.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Madison

Ihad no idea what I was doing. I had no idea what was coming over me, but what I did know was that I wanted him right now and I didn’t care who was watching. In fact, as I stared into his eyes, my heart burning with affection for unbelievably saying all the right things, I had to admit that it thrilled me that she would be in the galley and that she would hear.

But I didn’t care. I was, however, concerned that he would.

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