Chapter 18 DANGEROUS READING
I walked nervously back and forth in the room, perplexed by my boss's absurd behavior. I needed to get out of that elegant yet sinister cabin, where the charming and handsome kidnapper who teased me had subtly trapped me!
“Damn, how can I still desire my boss, the lunatic?” I bit the robe I had put on over the nightgown.
Determined not to give in, I decided to play his game, but by my rules. I would wear the nightgown and robe, and Patrik couldn't force me to be unprotected. Or could he? I shuddered at the thought, pushing it to the back of my mind, despite my body's excited discontent.
I walked down the stairs slowly, finding him relaxed on the sofa, holding a glass of wine while watching the fireplace. His features stood out against the soft glow of the fire.
Upon noticing my presence, he turned with his lips touching the glass, displaying a playful smile.
“Is it the latest winter fashion?” He teased mockingly.
“Mr. Morgan, as I've mentioned before, nightgowns are not appropriate in the presence of my boss, and that's indisputable!” I stated firmly, walking past him and picking up the wine glass from the coffee table, assuming it was for me. “I don't understand your abrupt changes regarding me, and I see little effort on your part to explain yourself. However, I won't fall for your games!”
Patrik closed the distance between us swiftly, grabbing my wrist before I could reach the drink and pulling me to his chest, where my hand rested with the shock of our bodies colliding.
“Do you think I'm joking?” His voice was firm and cutting, similar to the one he used as CEO of the company.
“Explain your changes!” I shrugged, my chin raised in defiance.
“Ah, Mrs. Elisabeth, you would love it if I played with you!” He ran his tongue over his lips, moistening them, noticing my gaze on his mouth, making me blush. “I'm not joking. I take your teachings seriously, recognize your potential, and I'm willing to break my own barriers to teach you, so...”
He let his voice trail off, pulling me more by the hip, slightly spreading his legs, and clearly revealing his erection, almost breaking through the fabric of his shorts.
“And then?” I asked hoarsely, caught in those seductive and enigmatic eyes.
“Enjoy what I offer you!” He whispered in my ear, and I shivered, tingling with his warm breath so close to my skin.
Damn, I was starting to desire his lips in places unsuitable for the boss's mouth. I bit my lips, stepping back!
“There are several ways to teach me without the need for physical contact...” I commented in a lower tone, trying to regain composure, unable to look directly at him. I was afraid he might discern the intensity of my emotions through my gaze, realizing how his advances were starting to affect me.
“It wouldn't be as effective!” Patrik shrugged, looking me up and down. “How will you know the depth of emotions if you don't experience them?”
“Maybe I prefer not to feel...” I picked up the glass and drank it all at once. “Have you considered that?”
“Many things about you have crossed my mind, Mrs. Lis.” Smirking provocatively, he returned to the sofa, stretching one leg while keeping the other on the floor. “Given your body's reactions, I'd say you've been lying to yourself; we all want to feel something intense!”
I blushed, lowering my head and turning to the side. I noticed that my notebook was open on the armchair and frowned.
“Did you tamper with my personal notebook?” I retorted angrily. “How did you figure out the password?”
“I'm a crafty man, and your passwords are extremely weak; you need to improve that, miss!” He shrugged, lazily scratching his hair. “And I didn't tamper with your computer; I just turned it on for you!”
“Why?” I bit my tongue as soon as the words escaped. “Shouldn't we be working on the Forbes contract?”
“This afternoon is reserved for that; we're tired.” Patrik replied, pouring himself more wine and settling back on the sofa.
“Then why did you make me come downstairs?” I stared at him firmly, questioning why we couldn't be resting.
“I want you to read your book—little story—before bedtime!” Mr. Morgan teased with a daring smile dancing on his lips.
“My story is not suitable to be read aloud, let alone a bedtime story, Mr. Morgan!” I clenched my fists, annoyed.
He seemed to enjoy my reaction, so he sat up, leaning forward, clasping his hands around the glass while swirling the liquid back and forth.
“Of course it is; it depends on the kind of dream you want to have!” Patrik ran his tongue along the rim of the glass, just grazing it, lifting his seductive gaze towards me.
I remembered his tongue on my neck and instantly shivered. Embarrassed, I sighed, running my hands through my tousled hair, trying to disguise it.
“I'm afraid to disappoint you, sir, but due to the intense work hours and your teachings...” I faltered. “I didn't have time to write!”
“What a pity, Mrs. Elisabeth.” he joked.
“Yes, sir. If you'll excuse me, I'll go to my quarters!” I hurried past the sofa, but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me and causing me to fall onto his lap. “MR. PATRIK!” I screamed, startled.
“Miss Elisabeth.” He smiled too close to my face. I quickly adjusted on the couch, sitting next to him. “I had a brilliant idea!”
“Don't tell me...” I rubbed my temples, knowing he would come up with something.
“You hurt my feelings with such a lack of enthusiasm.” Patrik turned towards me, making my eyes widen. He pulled the robe's tie, opening it quickly. I tried to restrain his hands in vain; he effortlessly held them. “First, let's take off this robe. You're beautiful even with it, but the clothes don't do justice to your beauty!” I blushed like a pepper, gasping as his fingers touched the sides of my belly, pushing aside the thick fabric that previously covered the nightgown.
“I liked the sound you made...” He whispered in my ear provocatively. “Let's get rid of this, and then I want you to write in front of me a scene from your book, like in the last class. Remember the intensity of the kiss? Of course, you do; I can still see you shivering just imagining it.”
Biting the tip of my ear, Patrik kissed my neck, nibbling subtly and applying light kisses until he reached my lips, where he stopped, pressing his lips without moving and speaking between the contact.
“The sensations are important, Mrs. Lis, as is the expectation of feeling something more intense...” He whispered hoarsely, teasing with his fresh breath on my lips, making me eager for a deeper kiss.
Damn, damn, was I yearning for more? My mind screamed in alert.
“Mr. Patrik... Please, let me go!” My voice came out more whiny than I would have liked, and his eyes took on a dangerous gleam.
“I'll do better than that!” He said, invading my mouth with his tongue in an intense kiss, exploring every corner, nibbling when I threatened to pull away. “Don't you dare!”