“This tastes incredible.”
Lust flashes in his eyes, making me blush as I guess at what he’s thinking.
“Thank you for what you did back there,” I tell him. “I don’t know how you work with that guy…although I suppose he’s a lot different in front of you. You’re the boss.”
Sebastian’s face darkens with anger. “He’s generally a jerk, but I didn’t know he was that bad. Tell me if he speaks to you like that again, and I’ll tear his head off.”
His protectiveness makes me feel flattered and hot. There’s something sexy about the thought of him storming to my defense, something almost primal. It turns me on.
He turns me on.
He changes the subject, asking me about myself, and I tell him about my hometown and my family, carefully steering the conversation away from my work or my journalistic desires. I hate this, hate keeping things from him when he’s been such a gentleman. Not what I was expecting at all.
I notice, though, that he doesn’t give away much about himself either, he gives away even less than I do, and is clearly very practiced at it. If I wasn’t a reporter, I would probably have no idea just how obtuse he is.
Which makes me think that maybe there is a story here, and maybe he is hiding something as opposed to simply being very private? If it was anyone else my reporter’s nose would be on the scent, but now I find that I don’t want to know. I don’t want to sniff out the story. I would rather sit here and have lunch with him, enjoying the way he subtly appraises me, and pretend that I really am just the maid who happens to have a crush on the CEO.
A CEO who I am now pretty certain likes me back. When he has to get back to work, my stomach twists in disappointment and dread. I know that as soon as I get back to the office, I will be expected to give a blow by blow account to Adrian. My boss isn’t stupid, he’s going to spot what’s going on. That I now have no intention of delivering him a story on Sebastian.
But if I tell him that, I’ll be out of a job. And my rent is due.
I look at Sebastian as I get into his car and think about coming clean, just cutting my losses and telling him what’s going on. But what if he hates me? Which he will have every right to do.
I’m carrying on this deception now, I realize, just so I can spend more time with him.
“Where should I drop you? You said you had another client?”
“Erm, yes.” I name a spot a good few blocks from the newspaper, even though it’s now starting to rain. I don’t want to give him any clue for him to find out like this.
I don’t want him to find out at all, but the dishonesty is really starting to grate on me. This isn’t what I wanted to go into journalism for.
He pulls up where I’ve asked him to and I unclip my belt, hesitating as I look at him.
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say. “Thank you for brunch.”
“It was my pleasure.” His voice is low and deep, making me think of more pleasures than just food.
I don’t know who moves towards who first, or if it is truly simultaneous, but the next thing I know we’re kissing. As his lips brush mine, I feel a current of electricity course the length of my body, bringing every nerve ending alive so that the entire surface of my skin feels as though it’s aching for his touch. His full, sensual lips move over mine, pushing my lips apart, and as his tongue probes the inside of my mouth, I feel my sex tighten. My pussy throbs as though his tongue is there, and I hear myself moan into his mouth as I entwine my hands into his hair and pull him closer. He holds my face, his thumb stroking my cheek in time with the rhythm of his kiss, and his touch thrills me.
The effect that this man has on me is insane. I’m on fire for him, everything else but this moment forgotten as our kiss becomes hungrier and deeper the longer it goes on. I could kiss him forever.
A loud beep makes me jump and we both fly apart, laughing. Sebastian has pulled up in a loading bay and judging by the gestures the driver behind us is making, he wants us to move.
“I’d better go,” I say, climbing out of the car, my lips swollen and tingling.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says in a voice that is full of promise. I watch him drive off down the busy street, my stomach churning as I try to figure out what the hell just happened.