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“Why would he take his temporary PA to meet his mother?” she asked suspiciously.

“I think he wanted me to entertain her while he read through a file.”

“Oh.” There was a small pause. “So you… um…like working for him?”

I cleared my throat. “Like is a bit strong, but I plan to win our bet.”

“I see. Er… what’s he like?”

“A bit rude but fine, I guess.”

She began to laugh. “A bit rude but fine, I guess. What the hell, Lillian? You sound like you’re describing a sitcom. Hang on… unless. Holy shit! You’re attracted to him, aren’t you?”

I froze. “No,” I almost shouted. “I am not attracted to him. He’s not my type at all.”

“He’s everybody’s type. Stop lying to yourself. You want to have sex with him.”

I sighed. “Believe what you want. I’m tired and I’m going to bed.”

“Oh wow! You don’t even want to discuss it. You must have it really bad for him.”

“Goodnight, Maggie.”

Her mocking laughter was still ringing in my ears when I killed the connection.

Chapter 7

Max

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bqmrwx0W4k4

The first thing that floated into my head when I opened my eyes was Lillian. Her unruffled, calm face was blazing with undisguised, pure lust. What the fuck? That was the last thing I should be thinking about first thing in the morning. Self-disgust filled my gut and I vaulted out of bed.

I had to get rid of her, and fast.

She was death and destruction to my concentration.

Together with my dogs, I went for my usual run in the park behind my house. The air was cold and crisp, and I was glad to note how easy it was to keep my mind busy with business matters. But as soon as I got into the shower, dirty thoughts of her came flooding back. In the rising steam, I grabbed her flaring hips and fucked her so hard, she begged for mercy.

I gave her none.

I left the house and had breakfast with a semi-legitimate ex-hacker who kept me up to date with the goings on in the financial market. Sometimes he had valuable inside knowledge. Today he had none.

By the time I got to work, it was 9.30. Lillian was already at her desk with headphones over her ears. I assumed she wastranscribing the voice notes I sent her earlier. She was wearing a white top that showed off her every delectable curve.

“Good morning, Mr. Frost,” she said, taking her headphones off. Her face remained impassive.

I felt my blood pressure go up. Here I was, on fire for her body, and there she was, proud ice queen herself.

“Why are you dressed like that?” I asked curtly.

She looked down at herself, then back up at me. Her voice was even. “Like what?”

“Attire more suitable for a stripper.”

Her eyes widened, but her voice was calm. “I’m wearing a turtleneck top,” she said slowly.

“Yes, but it’s at least one size too small. It leaves nothing to the imagination. You’re going to distract the rest of my staff. Dress appropriately in future.”