Page 5 of Possessive CEO

He sits on the driver’s side and locks the doors. I should be scared shitless. He could drive away and no one would know where or how to look for me. Even so, deep down, I know the safest place is by his side. And so far, my instinct hasn’t failed me.

Ethan starts the car and the blast of aircon is enough to send me to sleep. Instead of driving, he just rests his hands on the steering wheel. “Emily Shay, I have an offer.”

Well, then. He’s not the type of guy who minces words either. I should be asking how he found out my full name, but my brain has other ideas. “What is it?”

“Work for me.”

It’s the last thing I expected to hear. “What?”

He breathes deeply and shifts in his seat to face me. God, he’s so ridiculously good-looking. It should be illegal to look like this. “There’s a newly built cafe on our building’s ground floor. They’re looking for a manager. I thought of you, so I gave them a recommendation.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough.”

“But…”

“Type in your email and I’ll send you the contract,” he says as he hands me his phone.

I can’t even do it one time. My hands are shaking so badly. When I’m done, I give it back to him and feel my own phone buzz. It’s an old model so it takes a while before the email opens. I read it once, twice, thrice, sure that there’s some kind of mistake or maybe I’m seeing double.

“That’s the correct compensation, in case you’re wondering.”

Can Ethan read minds, too?

“A manager? With this much salary? What kind of cafe is this?” I rasp, unable to wrap my head around the figures. It feels unreal. It feels like a cruel joke and I’m just waiting for him to laugh at me and say, “Gotcha.”

But Ethan is serious. He doesn’t even crack a smile. He just shrugs and raises an eyebrow. “Just the regular kind. Take it.”

“Are you the owner?”

Something flashes across his features, but it’s so fast I’m not sure if it’s real or I’m just imagining it. He nods slowly, “Yes.”

“Why me?”

“Why not you?”

“And why did you come to my rescue? Why did you threaten Mr. Jacques?”

“Because I don’t like anyone touching what’s mine.”

“Y-yours?” I sputter. This past hour has given me nothing but a headache. I’m getting a whiplash with all this information I’m still trying to process. Him appearing from out of nowhere. Me “quitting” my job. Him offering me a new one with an incredible number of zeroes in the contract.

“Why don’t I take you there and you can see it for yourself? Maybe that can help you decide.”

He says it like I actually have a say in the matter because something tells me he’s just made the decision for me.

3

ETHAN

Ihave to get my erection under control.

With Emily so close, my body is screaming with need. But she’s had enough surprises for one day. I don’t want to push her too fast. I’m playing the long game, so I’ll take my time with her. Doesn’t matter. She’s already mine anyway.

I lean over her and her breath hitches. Her entire body tenses and she’s refusing to meet my eyes. The seatbelt clicks, but I don’t move. I hover over her, noticing the freckles on her cheeks and along her nose.

She has stopped breathing altogether, looking straight ahead, and I can almost hear her teeth grind. How easy it is to nip her bottom lip and suck it.

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