Chapter 59 Provoking Me Too Much
Sarah
Such an awkward moment. The elevator car gently glided downward, and Shawn had deliberately pressed himself too close to me, even though there was still plenty of room.
"How are you, Sarah?" he said, showing me his charming dimples, for which I would give everything in the world. "So, how are you working? Are you tired today?"
Shawn's voice was noticeably hoarse. Today, a light blue classic suit and a white shirt with gold cufflinks suited him perfectly. This color and style suit him incredibly well! Under his eyes. "It's fine, I'm trying."
"You look especially good in this skirt." Before I could blush and properly respond to the compliment, the billionaire suddenly placed his hand on my butt in a possessive manner and squeezed it hard.
"Sex on the move," he growled in my ear, suddenly and aggressively.
Everything spun before my eyes, the world swam along sweet pink shores, and this tiny room became as stuffy as the mouth of a volcano. It seemed to me that he could hear the dull, rapid pounding of my heart in my chest, anticipating the imminent adrenaline rush.
My intuition and the signals from my body were right. Without removing his hand from my butt, the man grabbed the back of my head and kissed me passionately.
A new wave of heat washed over me, practically drowning me in it as I eagerly opened my mouth, yearning for his animalistic caresses, to his tongue.
We kissed like it was our last. As if we had no more than a minute to live. As if we couldn't catch our breath before we died.
Until we heard a "ding" and jumped apart, adjusting our clothes, rubbing our swollen lips.
That was dangerous!
"Sorry, I... couldn't help myself," he cleared his throat and led the way out of the elevator, straightening his tie. "You're provoking me too much!"
"Thank you," I wasn't the least bit offended by what he did. So spontaneously and without asking. I just blushed even more, and then quickly ran out into the fresh air to cool off.
I've been working at Romano's company for over two weeks now. I handle my duties perfectly, and I quickly became accustomed to the team. The work isn't difficult, but I approach it with great responsibility.
Even if all I have to do is serve coffee to important guests who drop by the office, I treat it as if the very life of humanity depended on it.
I don't clash with my colleagues; they've accepted me like family. The only thing that irritates me sometimes is the overly persistent stares of Shawn's chief security officer, Sergey. He's either got a crush on me, or I've somehow displeased him. It's unclear.
Shawn and I have been communicating much less frequently. Now he's constantly out and about, mostly at meetings, conferences, and business trips.
I feel like we've started to drift apart... He hardly ever comes to my house, and at work, he only exchanges a few words, exclusively about work.
Yes, I noticed how strangely and unusually quickly his attitude towards me cooled. Or maybe it was just me? Shawn kept telling me that he had a very important deal coming up, which, oh, he's preparing diligently, and because of this, the fucking billionaire looks quite nervous.
I feel a little uneasy. Something akin to sadness wells up inside when I realize that we no longer communicate the way we used to. He hardly ever comes to the country house, and he no longer asks me to cook him a home-cooked meal.
That's how it should be, really! Everything that happened between us in bed was simply uncontrollable, fleeting passion. I have to accept it. Forget it. Somehow move on and keep these hot memories a secret.
But I can't accept it! I'm broken and torn apart inside. I can't get the man out of my head, no matter how hard I try. It's like I'm sick. And my illness is incurable. There's no cure for this illness.
A void has formed in my soul. A feeling of being forgotten and soon to be forgotten forever. Shawn has started treating me like his subordinate. He no longer cornered me in the elevator and pounced on me with kisses. It was as if he'd started forgetting about me.
And what about me? I, on the contrary, started thinking about him and wanting him more than ever. Although I resisted at first, he broke me. And now, it seems, our places have changed.
The weekend is coming. This evening, I cooked his favorite pilaf and, out of politeness, invited my boss to dinner. I wrote in a message: "Can you come over for a bit?"
I thought he wouldn't answer, but the answer came ten minutes later.
"Yes."
A simple, short word, as if he were in a hurry. And a smile spread across my lips. Of course, I was happy with his answer; it gave me hope. I quickly ran to get ready. And then I set the table.