Extreme Edge

"Your looks don't work on me, Mr. Thompson."

I look directly into his eyes, which clearly told he's trying to seduce me or wanted to convey the lust, desire or whatever that was clear in his eyes.

But business doesn't – shouldn't – mix with pleasure, for me.

"Huh? I am trying something else, Ms. Ronaldi."

He smirks, and my eyes gaze directly onto his lips, as he utters my name.

It made me squirm in the insides, not because his lips were soft and full, it was though. But the mere thought of what havoc it would cause on my pussy, licking my juiced, sucking on my clit and tasting me, was enough for me. Though, I didn't lose my façade.

I'm the boss, always, which he doesn't know. Yet.

I remove my blazer, throwing it on the couch, pull out my hair tie and move towards him, my Louboutin heels clicking on his office floor. My green eyes, fixed on his darkened gray ones.

I lick my lips, "You'll get that something else because I am the boss."

His eyes widen as I trail my index finger down his muscular chest. My hand trails down his hard crotch, and I rub it, while he sucks a deep breath, his dilated pupils and on me, analyzing me with lust and hunger.

It was definitely of a wide girth, maybe wider than most of the men, I have been in a relationship with, five years ago or even the one-night stands within this time.

It made me a bit flustered, about how it would feel inside me, as my walls tightening around his length. But I quickly dismissed the thought.

Instead, to show him who's the boss, I tiptoed a little over my Louboutins, my lips dangerously close to his.

"I am the boss, Mr. Thompson." I breathed on his lips.

Before, he could kiss me, I rubbed his crotch for the last time, pick my blazer from the couch and exit his office. Only then, I came to my fucking rational mind.

What the fucking hell was that?

S U M M A R Y

Twenty-nine year old business tycoon, the hottest bachelor is not exactly down to earth. On the other hand, he's also not the playboy to break every girl's heart in the whole Britain.

But he is.

Manipulation comes easy to Vincent Thompson as everything that was given to him in his childhood, along with becoming the CEO of Thompson Media, which he worked hard for.

Except love.

...

Chiara Ronaldi is not your typical blushing secretary, in this story.

In fact, she's the Italian CEO and the founder of the famous Chiara Designs, with a seductive physique and headstrong attitude.

The world barely knows her. She has her own pasts to hide, her own problems to solve and her business to run, avoiding all attention, meanwhile.

Chiara is not only headstrong but has the tendency of utmost stalker skills, which a few people know of.

...

What happens when manipulation clashes with stalking and sparks develop, but in the hard way?