Page 19 of The CEO Enemy

It’s not like they can fire me either.

I’m an owner with just as much say.

My phone buzzes, and Sarah lets me know it’s almost 10:00 a.m. Time for the meeting. Taking a deep breath, I remind myself that I’ve got this.

I can handle any rich guy in a suit.

7

JESS

Ikeep my back straight and my head high like the queen I am as I walk toward the conference room, smiling confidently at the staff and guests I pass.

However, the moment I walk through the door of the conference room, my metaphorical crown drops to my feet with a thunk.

I stop dead in my tracks, my smile faltering.

I blink.

No.

Wait, what?

This can’t be happening. I must be hallucinating.

What’s he doing here? I want to ask him, but I just stare at my hallucination.

To my absolute horror, my neighbor, the one I haven’t been able to stop obsessing about, the one whose nine-inch dick I had seen and who made me come harder than I ever have in my life, is sitting at the conference table next to Norman.

This can’t be right. He can’t be here. Because if he’s here, that means…

Oh, no. Nonono.

He didn’t recognize me last night, and for a brief moment, I pray he doesn’t recognize me again. It’s possible. First time: yogurt-cucumber mask, second time: dramatic nighttime makeup, now: pale as death, with burning hot cheeks.

Unfortunately, my uncanny resemblance to the Boogeyman himself doesn’t work in my favor.

When he looks in my eyes, it’s clear he knows exactly who I am. The glimpse of recognition lasts exactly for a millisecond, then he reveals nothing. His expression is composed, perfectly concealing what he’s thinking.

Now that’s composure.

My face starts to grow hotter, and I know I must be brighter than red. Curse my pale skin. His poker face is gold standard. Mine? More like a neon sign.

Norman stands from his seat and moves around the table as I approach them. “Jess, there you are! This is the new co-owner, Mr. Sean Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Hotels & Resorts,” he says. “Mr. Blackwood, this is Jessica Summers.”

We shake hands.

So much for Peter.

He’s a Sean.

“Although,” Norman says, “judging by your reaction, I take it you two know each other already?”

I won’t go as far as to say we know each other.

We’ve seen each other naked and made out at a bar while he rubbed my clit. Oh, God. My new co-owner rubbed my clit. He didn’t just touch me, he ate me out.

And now we have to work together.