Chapter 5. Testing her skin

The elevator door opened, and Michele expected to find his secretary at her desk, but the young woman was not there. He frowned, immediately thinking that she did not intend to return to work.

The CEO put his hands in his pockets as he stood there looking at the empty desk.

"She always does that!" His son's voice made him look sideways. "Sometimes she arrives a little late," the young man stopped beside him.

"I see... I wonder why you haven't fired her yet," Michele looked at his son with a penetrating gaze.

"She's a good employee. I don't think you'd like having a secretary who's late all the time. I can find a better one for you, one who suits your style."

Michele straightens up to get a better look at his son. It was clear that he was interested in that girl, but if he liked her so much, why hadn't he slept with her in a year? Maybe Daviana rejected him, and that was what kept him obsessed.

"Do you like that girl?" Connor straightens up at his father's question. "You're not here to obsess over employees. I think that was the first thing I told you when I left the company in your care."

"I'm not infatuated with her... I know you, and I know that tardiness bothers you.

"And as far as I know, it pisses you off when an employee does that too."

Father and son stare each other down. Connor thought he could fool an old fox. He had much more experience than him, and it was more than obvious that he liked that girl. What wasn't clear was whether it was something serious or just for one night.

But knowing the boy, he knew it wasn't anything serious.

When Connor wanted to answer, the elevator doors opened and the boy turned his face back. Michele just focused his gaze on the elevator where he saw Daviana get out. The CEO narrowed his eyes as he took in what she was wearing that morning.

"Good morning!" he greeted her nervously. "Sorry I'm late."

"You'd better get to work," Michele muttered, without taking her eyes off him.

Daviana nodded at the warning. That morning, he seemed quite different from the man she had met the night before. But she preferred him that way, all arrogant, to him being a pervert... She quickly made her way to her desk, knowing she was the object of the father and son's gaze.

Damn, this is so uncomfortable.

"I'll be in the back office if you need anything," Connor says seriously to his father. "See you later, Miss Morris." Daviana looks up to see her former boss walking away quickly.

"Yes, see you later, Mr. Gershon..."

"So you're late!" Michele asks Daviana in a hoarse voice that makes her look up abruptly.

"I'm very sorry I'm late, I had some trouble getting here on time."

The CEO narrows his eyes at her response, wondering what could have delayed her. However, he finds it interesting to reprimand her for her failure to arrive on time.

"You have to understand one thing, I'm not like my son," Daviana's eyes widen as she listens. "I don't like unpunctuality," the chestnut-haired woman's heart begins to beat faster. "And I won't tolerate you being late to the office," she tenses up.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Mr. Gershon, I..."

"Come to my office immediately."

She watches as he turns around and strides off to his office with that smug look on his face, leaving the door open. Daviana exhales, suspecting that nothing good will come of this scolding.

She stands up, thinking of the thousands of viable excuses she could give so that he wouldn't fire her. But she suspected that with her new boss's temperament, none of them would work; the man seemed relentless.

Upon entering the office, she closes the door and walks fearfully toward his desk, watching him sitting on the edge of it. He looks at her sharply, and that disturbs her greatly.

"Mr. Gershon, I'm sorry I'm late, but it's just that..."

"Why did you run away yesterday?" His question threw her off balance; it was as if Daviana's brain was rewinding.

"Excuse me, what?"

"Don't make me repeat the question," she sees him cross his arms, looking much more intimidating than before.

Daviana swallowed hard. Yesterday she had prepared a whole speech for her boss in case a scene like this arose, and now that she could say everything she had thought, she had no idea how to respond.

She pressed her lips together.

"Oh, aren't you going to answer me?"

She blinked. It was incredible how this man's personality could change just like that. A moment ago, he seemed like a cruel boss, but locked in the office, he became a different person.

"It's just that I..." No, she couldn't find an answer. Or was it that she didn't want to answer? Then she saw him stand up and walk toward her, and Daviana's instincts forced her to take a step back.

"I'll have to make you answer me then," he said. Daviana's eyes widened and she froze.

Her boss grabbed her by the waist, pressing her frail body against his. The young woman felt his masculinity against the palms of her hands and felt her barriers crumbling once again.

"Mr. Gershon, why are you doing this?" she manages to say, feeling her boss's minty breath on her face.

"You need motivation to tell me why you ran away yesterday when we were at the best part of it all," he whispers against her open lips.

Michele presses his lips against Daviana's, feeling the same sweetness as the day before. If he continued at this pace with her, he would end up doing what he warned his son about... becoming obsessed with his secretary.

The CEO slipped his tongue into her mouth as he tightened his grip on her narrow waist. Daviana's arms pressed against his chest as if to push him away, but she was in a trance while he kissed her.

That attitude led him to turn her around, sit her on the desk, and slip between her thighs. He was grateful she was wearing a skirt; it made things easier for him. But then, out of nowhere, Daviana pushed him away a little.

"Stop! We can't do this," the brunette stared at him with those tremendous gray eyes.

"Give me one good reason not to continue..." She opened her mouth, knowing exactly what to say, but when she looked into those green eyes and saw that mouth so tempting, everything went to hell. "Isn't there a reason?"

Her breathing became rhythmic as she felt her boss lean toward her lips again to kiss her, and she couldn't do anything to stop him. She could only close her eyes and let him kiss her once more.

What the hell is wrong with me and this man?

She had no power to control her body's actions, nor her mind when he was so close. His presence was so intimidating and attractive that she was suffering because she couldn't help herself. It was the opposite. Why?

Michele returned to Daviana's lips, but this time he slid both hands down her thighs, feeling the damn stockings she was wearing.

"I hate it when you wear stockings, Daviana."

She nods unconsciously when he kisses the curve of her neck, causing the hairs on her body to stand on end. She automatically bites her lips at the sucking sounds he makes on her skin.

She then feels his skilled hand rest on one of her breasts and squeeze it hard. Daviana's body jerks at that superb squeeze, causing her mind to go blank.

In no time at all, her boss was unbuttoning her blouse, and to prevent her from objecting "as if she could," he takes possession of her lips, giving her a hot and very wet kiss.

Michele, freeing the woman from her shirt, held both breasts in his hands, noticing that she was quite voluptuous. He squeezed a little above her bra, feeling that they were comfortable and soft.

"They're huge!" he murmurs in a hoarse, seductive voice. "I like them big," he adds, before kissing her again.

Slowly, he began to slide one of his hands under her bra until he reached one of her breasts. The contact made him tense up; that part of her body was so smooth and soft, it was much better than he had imagined.

Michele intensifies the kiss, pressing Daviana's body against his. She is naked from the waist up and completely aroused. The CEO pulls away from her lips slightly to begin leaving a trail of kisses down her chin and neck.

He descended a little further until he reached that pink, stiff nipple that was eagerly awaiting him with his mouth. Daviana's breathing was rapid, and when he put it in her mouth, she moaned with pleasure.

"Ahhhhh!" That moan was accompanied by a little scream that heightened Michele's state of arousal.

The dark-haired man began to suck Daviana's nipple hard while holding her waist with both hands. With her legs spread, her head tilted back, and both arms resting on the desk, she was like every boss's dream.

Satisfied with one of her breasts, the dark-haired man looked up and bit his lower lip before going to kiss Daviana once more. He held her by the curve of her neck and pressed his mouth against hers, sliding his tongue inside at that very moment.

"Tell me why you ran away yesterday, Daviana..." he questions her in a whisper.

She can only shake her head, keeping her eyes closed during this questioning...

"There must be a reason why you left my office like that. Did I do something wrong?" Daviana feels safe to open her eyes at that moment, as he has moved down to her neck, covering her with very wet kisses.

"Mr. Gershon..." she whispers.

Michele continues to kiss Daviana, his intention being to reach a part of her body that he longs to see and taste, and this time he has no intention of letting her escape. Little by little, he lifts her skirt until it reaches her waist, and when she is exposed, he opens her thighs a little brutally.

"Are you going to answer me or not?"

"What do you want me to say?" she replies in a whisper.

"It's a pretty easy answer, Daviana."

Michele held her chin, bringing her face close to his so he could look firmly into her eyes.

"Do you have a boyfriend waiting for you at home?"

"What?" She looks at him with eyes full of fear and surprise at the same time.

"Is that it?" The CEO frowns. "Is that why you ran off like that?"

"Mr. Gershon..."

"Or is it for another reason?"

Daviana's whole body tensed so much that she swallowed hard.

"Come on, I want you to tell me the truth," he insists.

He just wanted to know if she had left like that because she had a boyfriend or fiancé, or if it was out of loyalty to her son Connor. It wasn't that he was competing with the boy, but he needed to know if she had feelings for him.

Because if her reason was that she had a boyfriend outside the company, that wouldn't be a problem for him. Although, if it was because of her son, that wouldn't be a problem either, since her body reacted perfectly to him.

"I'm waiting for an answer, Daviana. I don't like being kept waiting..."

But as he spoke, he guided his hand down to her pussy, immediately touching the fabric of her panties.

"You'll tell me the easy way, or the hard way..."

She widened her eyes as she felt her boss's hand rest on her pussy. Daviana flinched at the contact and ended up clinging to Michele's jacket.

"Mr. Gershon, please don't continue with this. I beg you," she gasped, realizing that she didn't sound convincing at all.

He could only smile mischievously; that plea sounded more like something else. But he kept wondering, why was she stopping him?