Chapter 17 BEYOND THE COTTAGE
“I'm going to demand additional compensation from the company for this!" I crossed my arms, expressing my impatience. “And Mr. Morgan... "
I nervously bit my lips harder, encouraging him to focus his attention on my mouth. As he approached, Patrik undid the bite with his fingers, gently caressing my lower lips.
“Miss?" He whispered, being closer than I would prefer.
“I won't give in to advances; I won't sleep with you!" I finally declared, watching a playful gleam cross his enigmatic eyes.
“No problem, Ms. Elisabeth." Patrik smiled seductively.
I sighed as he stood up, quickly finishing his wine. I felt like I had set boundaries when Patrik turned to me with enthusiasm.
“What I have in mind for you will need you to be wide awake!" He teased, climbing the stairs to the second floor of the cottage.
I shivered, trying to understand the meaning behind his words. How would our absence affect the company? What was his plan?
Surveying the surroundings, I spotted my company's belongings on an armchair. From upstairs, I heard Mr. Morgan's voice.
“Your room is to the right after the stairs, Ms. Lis. There are beautiful nightgowns and a luxurious shower waiting for you!" He announced it enthusiastically.
I sank even deeper into the sofa, embarrassed. Who did he think he was? Mr. Morgan had undoubtedly subtly kidnapped me. Although we had traveled together due to international negotiations, we had never been isolated in a house in the middle of nowhere, just the two of us.
I sighed, dragging myself up the stairs as per his instructions. I entered the beautiful, large, and cozy bedroom of the cottage, charming with its rustic charm and modern comfort. The walls were lined with weathered wooden planks, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. The sloping ceiling was adorned with exposed wooden beams, providing an authentic and cozy touch to the room.
In the center of the room, a spacious king-size bed stood out, with soft sheets and an inviting duvet suggesting a peaceful sleep. Next to the bed, wooden bedside tables with soft lamps offered gentle lighting, creating a relaxing atmosphere.
A natural stone fireplace, strategically positioned, added a touch of romance and warmth to the room. A comfortable armchair and a plush blanket were arranged near the fireplace, subtly inviting relaxation and the enjoyment of pleasant moments.
I headed to the bathroom, which was equally large, cozy, and luxurious inside, with a beautiful bathtub next to a huge glass window that provided a magnificent view of the rain running down the glass. Next to it is a spacious shower with a huge shower head, towels arranged on suspended shelves, body oils, foamy soaps, and hair care products.
“Mr. Morgan really thought of everything,” I commented, noticing a robe hanging with bold embroidery where it was written: APPRENTICE.
I bit my lips at his arrogance and audacity, noting that even in the simple details he managed to provoke.
I didn't know how long I stayed in the bathtub, but I felt it had been too long, as my skin was wrinkled. Furthermore, I got out, wrapped in the robe, and upon entering the bedroom, I was surprised to see the CEO lying on my huge bed, which seemed small in front of his broad, strong body. He was dressed lightly, in white shorts and a thin button-up shirt partially open at the chest, with slightly tousled damp hair, highlighting his beauty even more.
“Mr. Morgan, what a scare!” I exclaimed, tightening the belt of the robe. “What are you doing in my room?”
“I came to check if you were okay, Miss Elisabeth. I thought you might have fainted in the bathtub,” he chuckled, measuring me up and down with his predatory dark eyes.
I felt my skin warm up under his bold gaze. Furthermore, I bit my lips and turned my face to the side, feeling uncomfortable, shy, and embarrassed.
“You've seen that I'm fine, sir. Please, could you leave, so I can change?” I spoke with a restrained voice, tightening the robe more firmly.
“Miss Lis, are you suggesting that you're not wearing anything under this lovely robe?” Patrik smiled seductively, making me blush even more. I returned my eyes to his, glaring at him.
“Mr. Morgan!” I growled, clenching my fists. I rubbed my temples. “Excuse me, please.”
Laughing, he approached, holding up a beautiful blue nightgown made of thin fabric with slightly transparent lace braided on the bust, extending to the legs. Holding it up in front of me, Patrik stood too close to my body, making me shiver just from the heat emanating from him.
“The truth, Miss Elisabeth,” he whispered, and I swallowed hard at the sensuality in his tone. “I brought your post-bath attire; it fits your curves better.”
Patrik's predatory eyes roamed over my body, down to the slightly exposed collarbone, where he bit his lips, stopping at my breasts.
“Mr. Morgan...” I murmured, placing my arms in front of me in an attempt to hide. “Thank you, but this is not appropriate to wear in your presence; we still have work on the contract, right?”
I tried to maintain a professional tone, although my body reacted differently, eager for his touch.
“For the work we're going to do, the outfit is more than appropriate!” Patrik took another step forward, making me step back again. It was like a dance; he walked until he cornered me against the wall, trapping me with his arms by my head. “I wouldn't mind if you went downstairs with nothing underneath; it would be more interesting!”
With his index finger, he played with a strand of my hair, inhaling its scent and delicately tucking it behind my ear. His fingers slid smoothly over my skin, tracing my chin and moving up to my lips, where Patrik gently pressed, outlining the contour of my mouth. His hand slid to my neck, caressing it subtly.
A wave of shivers ran through my body; my nipples were already erect, and a pulsating excitement was felt between my legs. How could he awaken so many desires in me?
I gathered strength to object, feeling my legs trembling, when I was surprised by the grip on my neck and by his lips so close that I could feel his warm breath on my face. Unconsciously, I closed my eyes, parting my lips, yearning for a light touch, a contact, a kiss...
Patrik approached even closer; the movements of his mouth were almost tangible. He provocatively blew on my lips, and with the tip of his tongue, he gently traced my lower lip. I let out a sigh, wishing to grab him and engage in a deep kiss, but my cowardice and rationality did not allow me. I opened my eyes, diving into those beautiful dark blue eyes, inviting and enigmatic!
“I'll wait for you downstairs, Mrs. Elisabeth, to read to me,” he smiled, taking a step back. I sighed, giving in my arms so he could move away, but suddenly he returned and pressed me against the wall, leaning close to my ear. “I advise you to put on the shirt. I'm sorry, I didn't request underwear to be sent for you; I'm afraid you'll have to spend the whole trip with me without pants.”
My face was burning intensely, surely acquiring a shade of bright red pepper. I blushed absurdly, feeling my heart beating out of rhythm and pulsating intensely, and it wasn't just my heart that was starting to pulse within me. I swallowed hard, my eyes wide open, trying to object, but the words simply vanished!
Smiling, Patrik tossed the nightgown in my direction, and in reflex, I grabbed it. He turned his back, putting his hands in his pockets, and walked away, whistling carelessly, leaving me wet, aroused, and embarrassed.