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"So ready for me…" he continues in an impassive tone as if he isn't torturing me with his fingers. His strokes grow faster, deeper, until I'm panting for breath, grinding helplessly against insistent fingers, desperate for release.

Suddenly, he nips my clitoris, tweaking his hand in a way that sends me spiraling off the edge. I jerk violently against the door, biting down hard on my lip to muffle the scream that rise in my throat as I become subdued by the powerful wave of orgasm.

“That felt real to me, angel,” Gabriel says, slowly stepping away from me.

I search his face, trying to make sense of what just happened. I can't believe I just climaxed against the door, in the hallway, where anyone could have walked in on us.

And why do I find the thought exciting?

I close my eyes as I'm suddenly overcome by a series of conflicting emotions: confusion, excitement, arousal, and more confusion.

“God, what are you doing to me?” I ask, opening my eyes to look at him again. “I can't… This doesn't make any sense.”

“What doesn’t? The glaring attraction between us?” he asks, his stormy gray eyes boring into mine, holding me prisoner to his gaze. “There's no denying this, Lily. You want this too. But I see you've not come to terms with your desires. I promise, as difficult as it is, not to do anything until you ask me to. I’ll wait. No matter how long it takes.”

“What if I never ask?”

He smirks, an arrogant curve of his lips that make him look even more handsome.Lethal.“Oh, you will.”

“I-I think you should leave now.”

“Yes,weshould leave now,” he says, glancing at his watch.

“W-we?”

"Yes, Lily. You read the contract my lawyer sent to you, right? You have to live in my house for the duration of our fake engagement."

“Yes, I did. Of course.”

Of course I didn't. I was so desperate for the money that I immediately signed the copy of the contract sent to my email and sent it back.

“Okay, great,” Gabriel says with a nod of approval. “Let's pick your stuff and get going.”

“Uhm… I can't”

“Why not?” He asks with an impatient frown.

“I have to be at an interview.”

“What interview?”

"Oh, I applied for the position of secretary at Rhiley’s Cosmetics, and I have to be there in an hour."

“Forget it.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you, Miss Thomson, have been employed as my executive assistant,” he replies, his expression unchanging. “Effective immediately.”

Chapter Six

Gabriel

It's been a long, torturous week. Having Lily in my home and office all the time but not being able to touch her is a form of torture specially coined for me by the devil. Many times, I've wanted to go back on my words, damn the consequences… But for some inexplicable reason, I want to be honorable to her.For her.

It's why I stayed out late tonight, hoping she'd have gone to bed by the time I got home. As usual, I plan to have a long, cold shower and fall into a fitful sleep where my dreams are filled with her.

I walk into the living room to see her, closing the door behind me with a tired sigh. I've almost walked past when my eyes fall on the huddled figure on the long couch.

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