Loving the CEO novel Chapter 29

Emily

"Why does he keep doing this to me?" I asked myself. "I am totally affected by him and I know he knows it. He's just trying to get me to admit it but I won't–– I couldn't because I know I would get hurt." I was standing inside the lady's room, staring at my reflection in the mirror, remembering all that had transpired a few moments ago in the meeting with the board members. I was in there feeling nervous when I heard that revenue had dropped by two of our clients and it will continue to decrease if we lose more. This means that people, including me, will be out of work. No sales meant no money and no money meant no pay for employees which will lead to me being out of a job.

I was so nervous that my leg started to shake and that's when I felt it. A Large warm hand on my thigh. My body had immediately gotten stiff because I hadn't anticipated that move. He had rested it there for a while before he started to move his hand upwards my thigh. The feeling of his hand on my thigh had created an image that almost made me moan out loud, luckily, I remembered where I was to bite it back in time. The way he glided his hand on my thigh felt magical and I couldn't help but melt inward. His touch had my sex pulsating and forcing me to conjure up back the image of me laying down on his desk with my legs spread wide, his cock pressing on my pussy lips while he was kissing me, and his hand moving up and down my thigh.

Coming back to reality once more, I slapped his hand as hard as I could before I removed it and placed it at his side. I could see a ghost of a smile on his face in my peripheral vision and I wanted to slap it off along with either shouting or screaming at him––whichever was the loudest to make him understand that he can't do that to me, in public. A matter of fact period.

He was stirring up feelings that I had buried and had given a headstone and I didn't want to go digging them back up. I was going to speak to him to let him know exactly what was on my mind so I waited patiently until the meeting was finished. I was thinking that I would speak to him calmly but the second I opened my mouth my intended tone had changed due to how frustrated I was. I was battling with myself, wondering if I should keep him locked out or break down my walls and let him in.

"How dare you! How dare you do that?" I yelled at him.

"Do what?" he asked, acting innocent.

"Stop playing dumb Mr. Jacob."

"Adam."

"What?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Call me Adam when we are alone and Mr. Jacob when we are around people in the office."