Page 49 of My Boss

My head is pulsing. My throat is dry. I’m definitely ovulating.

But I don’t think it’s just my hormones. Our kiss, and what I heard right after it, has made me look at Jan differently. I see in him a man capable of passion, who lusts after me so intensely that he was willing, in a moment of heat, to sacrifice his position as CFO to kiss me.

Since I’ve been working here, I have never heard any rumors about Jan. He hasn’t had an affair with anyone. He was at a team-building event for five minutes, then left, and that was all. Jan is not a guy who seduces female employees from the company.

So why did he decide to kiss me? I don’t understand any of this.

My palms are sweating. I shift my gaze again to Engler’s stern face and see something more in it than I saw yesterday. Something more than I saw even an hour ago. I can’t stand the thought that I must now return to my desk and never feel Jan’s lips on mine again.

I want to kiss him. I want to kiss him so badly that I’ll go crazy if I don’t.

And screw it! You only live once.

I take a decisive step toward him, grab him by the tie and, standing on tiptoes, lock myself on his hot lips.

Oh, yes… I love their taste. Their heat. Their touch.

Jan’s eyes widen. He tenses up all over. He stands still like a statue, and doesn’t reciprocate the kiss. I sensually run my tongue over his lips, nibble on them, longing for him to let me inside.

But he pulls away. He abandons my lips.

His tie slips from my hand.

“Please explain yourself.” He looks at me as if he doesn’t understand at all what has just happened. For the first time, I see confusion in his eyes.

Jan doesn’t like to lose control. Everything must always be to his liking, in order, I’s dotted T’s crossed, black or white, yes or no.

“There is nothing to explain,” I say.

He frowns. He still doesn’t get it.

“But you said that is not the kind of openness you had in mind.”

“Not when business relations are involved,” I reply. “It’s after five now. According to the schedule, I’m already off work.”

He squints and rubs his cheek with his hand, not taking his gaze off me. There is a spark in his eyes again.

“Are you a hundred percent sure of what you are agreeing to?”

One hundred percent? Oh mother, damn financier.

“Let’s say ninety-eight percent.”

“And the other two?”

“You may consider them a statistical error.”

His eyes darken.

“Are you aware of what you are saying?” He walks toward me. I maintain eye contact with him. He is so close that I have to tilt my head back to look at him. My heart thuds loudly, deafeningly.

“Yes.”

“It won’t end with an innocent kiss.” He reaches for the metal zipper on my jacket, pulls and slides it down… The sound of the zipper coming undone sends a shiver through my entire body.

“Your kiss was not innocent.” The air blows over the bare skin on my cleavage, breasts, and belly.

“It was, compared to what I’m about to do with you in a minute.” He exposes my shoulders and frees my arms from the sleeves.

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