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I enter the office, close the door behind me and clear my throat to get his attention, as he seems more focused on his computer than on me.

"Do you need something?"

He looks at me and walks around the desk to stand in front of me.

"Just... came to thank you for helping me avoid that dangerous situation today."

He remains silent. He doesn't say anything, just looks at me, and that makes me even more nervous. He looks imposing. However, when I was expecting a response like "It was nothing" or "Don't thank me," it doesn't happen. He just nods his head.

"Is that why you came?"

His tone of voice confuses me. I don't understand this man. I'm thanking him, and he just nods his head. Who understands him?

"What?"

"If you came only for that."

As if he didn't hear me.

"I was just thanking you for your help, you saved my life today," I say, as if that weren't enough.

A slight smile appears on his lips, but I can't fully appreciate it as he turns around and pours himself a drink of whisky. I stay in my place, holding back the urge to leave.

"You know, I thought something else."

He places the glass, which still contains a bit of whisky, on the desk and approaches me.

"I can't help but wonder... What is it that you want, Miss Miller?"

His question confuses me. The way he pronounces each word, his determination... I don't understand where he's going with this.

"I don't understand," I mutter. "What else could you want...?"

My response leaves him standing still, and he moves away from me.

"You should go. It's late, and it's not pleasant to stay in the building at this hour."

For some reason, I sense that he's trying to tell me something more with his words.

"Wait," I hand him the report. "I've finished what you asked for today."

He takes the report, and a shiver runs through my body as our hands touch. I force myself to maintain composure, I don't know why I feel so intimidated. I thought I had gotten used to his cold behavior to some extent.

"Is something wrong?" he asks, placing the report on his desk.

My heartbeat quickens.

"Why would something be wrong?"

He approaches me, his blue eyes staring at me intensely, as if he's examining me.

"I know you can't stop thinking about that night. I see it in your gaze and your actions."

I swallow. My God, is he talking about...? That night? When we had an encounter?

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

I take a step back, and he gets closer.

"Don't confuse things."

"I've already confused them long ago," suddenly, he's almost on top of me. "You know what? Every time I see you, I can only remember those moments."

I look away, trying to forget his words, but I can't. What's done is done. His confession leaves me breathless, and I bite my lip, not knowing what to say.

"You... you're my boss."

He takes my chin in his hand.

"That didn't seem to matter when I kissed you in Los Angeles," his proximity is unsettling. "Or did it?"

Our lips brush, and my sanity begins to fade.

"Enough," I pull away. My chest rises and falls. I look at him again, and I regret it, I regret it because his blue eyes make me feel trapped between these four walls. "Control this... we shouldn't do it. It's not right."

"I'll do it anyway."

I open my mouth to speak, but the way his lips capture mine leaves me paralyzed. His tongue explores my mouth with agility once again, the way he kisses me leaves me spellbound, and I can barely respond with the flood of emotions that make my chest heavy.

Damn it.

He bites my lips, and I let out a gasp as he lifts me in his arms; I end up on the desk, and he positions himself between my legs. I can feel a shiver as I notice he's aroused. Because of me.

"Sir...

My body shivers in response to his touch, and I sigh. I can't control it in any way; he is determined to caress my skin, and somehow, I enjoy it. His hands move towards my blouse and undo the buttons, revealing my breasts beneath his gaze.

I feel an exaggerated reaction in my body, and I feel ashamed. It still feels strange. Then, he descends towards my skirt, moving up to my thighs and pushing aside the fabric of my underwear. I can't help but let out a moan as he touches me.

I press my nails against the fabric of his shirt. I can feel his fingers creating a pleasurable stimulation in my intimate area before he inserts his middle finger. I let out a sigh.

"Are you going to touch me or not?" he pants. He takes my hand and guides it toward his abdomen, reaching his erection, which makes me nervous. It's what you've been provoking since I saw you, and tonight I'm going to change that.

Nervously, I unzip his pants and take his erection in my hand. I'm nervous because I'm not sure how to handle it, but I gently stroke it up and down. He moans and makes it clear that he enjoys my touch, but then he removes my hand and puts on a condom from the drawer. I swallow nervously. He's going to enter me. It's what you've been provoking since I saw you, and I'm going to take it away tonight.

Trembling, I release the waistband of his pants and take his erection in my hand. Damn. I'm nervous because I don't know how to hold it, but I stroke it carefully. He moans and makes it clear that he enjoys my touch, but then he removes my hand and puts on a condom from the drawer. I suppress a moan as he thrusts in abruptly and slides into my wetness. I breathe heavily.

"Nicholas!" I gasp and let out a whimper.

It hurts. His hand grabs my hair, and he starts moving slowly. It's pleasurable, but the pain doesn't go unnoticed. His mouth clings to my neck, and I moan as he increases his movements. Oh my God! I never thought it could be this pleasurable. I let myself be carried away by his thrusts that drive me crazy, and I moan, trying to hold back.

My body adjusts to his strength, and I wrap my legs around his waist. There's a slight discomfort, but I can still enjoy it.

"More!" I moan.

He surprises me with a light smack that surprisingly elicits another moan of pleasure. His hand takes hold of my breasts, he keeps kissing my neck, and I hear his masculine moans mixing with his accelerated breath. He grabs my hips and thrusts harder against his erection. It makes me lose control. He's quite vigorous. No one has ever taken me like this, and it feels different. He thrusts forcefully, his hand presses against my back, and I feel his deep thrusts, moaning without restraint.

"Oh, God!" I gasp.

"Do you want me to stop or keep going?" I bite my lip, and he holds my chin to make me look at him. "Tell me, Eva."

I bite my lip, trying to contain my moans, and it only makes his move harder.

"Nicholas..."

"Say it!"

"No... don't stop," I moan.

I feel like I can't control myself.

He plays with my nipples, subjecting me in a very pleasurable but also painful way for my body. He keeps moving, and I feel that I'm close to climaxing, and... it happens. An intense orgasm takes my breath away, my legs tremble, and I close my eyes. The moans flow uncontrollably, and he keeps thrusting until he's satisfied. Reality hits me when he separates from me to dispose of the condom. My breathing is erratic, my lips tremble, and my eyes well up. What the hell have I done? Why? I just allowed him to use me as he pleased, to take me like a toy, like a night of fun.

I quickly dress myself, overwhelmed by guilt and shame. I grab my bag and head towards the door. I can't look at him, I just can't...

"I have to go," I murmur.

I leave the office and walk hurriedly towards the elevator, adjusting my blouse.

Why? Why did I allow it? I feel like a fool. I let him take advantage of me, and for what? To be his toy, his one-night stand.