Chapter 53 Chapter 53
Adele
“I love this,” Rafe said, his eyes still fixed on me. He didn’t even bother to glance at the presentation anymore.
Beside me, my boss smiled broadly and nodded. “I’m glad you like the plan, Mr. Blackthorn,” he said, his voice a little too eager, as if he was afraid the approval might disappear if he blinked.
“We can begin working on the execution immediately,” Gerald added quickly, “or I could come by another time so we can go through the finer details together.”
I resisted the urge to sigh. When this pitch began, he had been ready to hand the project over to me completely. Now that I had finally convinced the client to work with us, he suddenly wanted to take control again.
Rafe leaned back in his chair, calm and unbothered. “I would like Miss Adele to stay behind and work on this with me,” he said casually.
Gerald’s smile faltered. “But Mr. Blackthorn, I am her boss. I should be involved in all discussions regarding the project.”
Rafe shook his head slowly. “Anything we discuss will still be communicated to you,” he replied. “However, I prefer to work directly with Miss Adele.”
There was a finality in his tone that left no room for argument.
“Thank you for your time,” Rafe continued, already standing up. “You may excuse us now.”
Gerald hesitated, clearly unhappy, but he had no choice, I felt a strange knot form in my stomach. I knew then that Rafe wasn’t keeping me back because of work. He had something else in mind and I was the target.
After the dinner at his mother’s restaurant, Rafe had told me that his company would be working with mine. He had asked me to come in today so we could go over some documents together. My boss was supposed to come along, but Rafe had specifically asked for me. Still, Gerald, being the team leader and head of marketing, had insisted on coming with me.
Now, he rose slowly from his chair and shot me a sharp warning look.
“I will see you at the office,” he said stiffly before turning and walking out of the room.
The moment the door closed, the silence felt heavier. “We both know me staying behind has nothing to do with business,” I said quietly, breaking it immediately.
Rafe leaned back in his chair and smirked. “You can’t blame me for wanting to spend time with you,” he replied. “You have been far too busy for me lately.”
He wasn’t wrong. Work had been hectic these days, draining every bit of my energy and time.
“It’s not just you,” I sighed. “I haven’t even seen Amelia properly in almost a week. Work has been crazy.”
Rafe stood up and walked toward me without saying a word. He stopped behind my chair, then gently placed his hands on my shoulders. His fingers began to massage them slowly, firmly, as if he already knew exactly where I was tense.
A soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.
"How did you know I needed that?” I murmured, my eyes fluttering shut as his hands worked their magic on my bare shoulders.
His laugh was a low, warm rumble against my ear. “This is my way of telling you I missed you and a way to get my hands on you.”
I moaned again, the sound slipping out before I could catch it, and I bit my lip hard to stop myself.
“If you keep moaning like that,” he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of my ear, “I am going to fuck you in this office.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. It had always been a fantasy, a secret, thrilling image in my mind being taken on a CEO’s desk, the city sprawled below. But I’d never dated one until now.
I didn’t say a word, he leaned in closer, his breath hot on my skin. “Or did you fantasize about me fucking you here during our meeting?”
I couldn’t tell him. But the thought had crossed my mind, vividly While he was discussing quarterly projections, my mind had wandered to the hard line of his jaw, the way his hands looked holding a pen, imagining them on me instead.
“Your silence has given me the answer I wanted to hear,” Rafe said, his voice a dark, promising whisper. I swallowed hard as his hands slid from my shoulders, down over the silk of my dress, until his palms cupped my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples through the fabric. A jolt of pure electricity shot straight to my core. “You can ask me to stop if you are no longer comfortable.”
Comfortable? I had fantasized about this more than I had fantasized about making sales and meeting my monthly targets. My body was already thrumming with need.
“You are not touching me like a man with balls,” I teased, my voice breathier than I intended.
Author's note: you know I rarely say anything if something like this happen, haaaaaaaaaaaa😂