Chapter 32 DESIRES TOLD
I organized the office in time to regain composure, picking up the notebook from the floor and noticing a crack on the side.
“It must be nice to have so much money that you don't care about damaging a material good,” I murmured with a resigned sigh.
I opened the laptop screen to check for possible damage when an unusual email caught my attention with the subject: “TECHNICAL SPECIFICATION.” I furrowed my brow, curious to snoop around, but echoing footsteps in the hallway indicated Mr. Morgan's return. Furthermore, I headed to the chair in front of the desk, standing beside it as he passed by me without a glance, speaking over his shoulder.
“We'll be returning earlier than expected, tomorrow already,” announced the CEO, assuming the erect and firm posture of an arrogant boss. “I'll be out in the afternoon; use this time to write. I'm looking forward to the next chapters, and I hope you apply what you learned today.”
A daring smile played on Patrik's lips, teasing me and making me blush as my mind revisited memories of our previous encounters. I swallowed hard, nodding and preparing to leave when I paused at the door, struggling not to show fear of being alone in that cabin in the middle of nowhere.
“Excuse me, Mr. Morgan, may I accompany you?” I turned to him, seeking his eyes, which analyzed me. “I don't feel comfortable staying here alone.”
“You're a grown woman, Mrs. Lis,” he replied curtly, looking down at the papers. “Unfortunately, you cannot accompany me. I suggest you follow my orders; it will keep your mind occupied.”
I felt a pang of disappointment as I lowered my head, but his sigh caught my attention. Rubbing his temples, he looked back at me.
“I won't be gone for long,” he continued, his voice softening slightly. “You are safe here. I would never put you in danger or leave you in a risky place.”
I shivered at the intensity of his words, nodding with a relieved smile before leaving him to work. Little more than an hour passed when Mr. Morgan emerged, impeccable in his elegant business suit, a tailored suit in classic colors that enhanced his dark blue eyes, a high-quality light blue shirt, a discreet silk tie, well-kept leather shoes and belt, and a watch on his wrist that highlighted his well-defined contour. He was a man who could easily elicit sighs from anyone who met him.
I felt a pang of jealousy, seeing him so well-groomed for a meeting on a cold afternoon in the middle of nowhere. Surely, that was a woman worth his time and attention. Would he grant her the same attention he had given me before?
I bit the tip of the pen in anger, scolding myself for harboring feelings or thoughts for my boss. Mr. Patrik Morgan was a single man, and until then, we had not had any direct involvement, except for his seductive games.
“Well, at least I need to make the most of the lessons he gave me,” I muttered to myself, rolling my eyes. I can't allow these thoughts to dominate me; although the anger and the latent need for his touches are present, I am letting myself be involved in this game, longing for more. I broke the pen with my teeth, stood up nervously, and went to the cabin's improvised cellar, opening a bottle of wine.
Since I would be isolated in the middle of nowhere, at least I would be in excellent company. If he got upset that I had consumed one of his expensive wines, then let him fire me once and for all. I grabbed some fruits and melted a bar of chocolate I found in the pantry to dip and savor while writing.
Wrapped in a blanket, I sat in front of the fireplace in the living room and got lost in writing, detailing every aspect of the characters and describing in my protagonist the wonderful sensations I had experienced that morning. The explosion of pleasure was the theme of that chapter—the latency that an experienced man could awaken in a woman's body!
I lost track of time and was startled when he appeared in front of me with a slight smile, observing the almost empty bottle of wine on the coffee table while I savored a strawberry covered in chocolate as I wrote.
“Apparently, you followed my advice well,” Patrick smiled, catching my attention.
“I hope you don't mind, Sir, but as I said, I don't like to stay in isolated places alone,” I replied with a sly smile, slightly tipsy.
“The young lady, I only mind not having accompanied you before,” he smiled, going to the kitchen and returning with another bottle of wine and two glasses. “Let me correct that.”
“Mr. Morgan, it's not necessary. I was finishing up and going to my quarters to rest,” I tried to get up, feeling a bit dizzy, but sat back down when his hands applied a slight pressure on my shoulder, like a massage that rekindled my whole body.
“It's rude to refuse an invitation like this, Miss Elisabeth. What would your grandmother think of your behavior?” He widened his smile, sitting next to me, filling the glasses and handing me one. “Don't worry, I don't bite... unless you want me to!”
He slid his fingers over my shoulders to my hands, pulling the notebook towards him.
“What are you doing?” I glared at him angrily.
“Getting comfortable. I'm tired, and it's time for some reading!” He said arrogantly, finishing all the wine, lying down and resting his head on my lap, stretching his legs to the other side of the sofa and placing the computer on his stomach. “Read.”
“You're already an adult for stories,” I retorted, getting back at him for how he had treated me before. “Read your own stories.”
“Interesting...” Patrick smiled mischievously, and I shivered with a mix of curiosity and nervousness. “Then let me read to us.”
Standing up, Patrick approached the sofa and gently pulled me back and close to him, making my back find the comfort of his chest. His fingers slid through my hair as he leaned me back, resting my head on his shoulder. With ease, he brought the notebook closer and began to read, as if we were about to embark on a quiet fairy tale narrative.
“His kisses were gentle yet relentless, starting from my feet and slowly moving up my legs until they reached my knees, where his hands exerted a subtle pressure, almost like a massage. Although his touch did not reach my center, it was there between my legs that I felt the pulsating response to his caresses,” he read, smiling as he brushed his nose against my neck and traced a path with his finger to my breasts, caressing them as if it were the most natural thing in the world for a couple.
“His hands continued their journey, sliding slowly up my thighs, while his mouth followed each touch, leaving marks of kisses and bites. I was surprised by the warmth of his tongue when it provocatively played at my entrance,” he continued, his hands descending to my breasts, stimulating my nipples as I threw my head back, seeking more contact with his body.