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Electra
Islowlyopenedmyeyes and stared at the white ceiling in my apartment. The beeping of my alarm clock was getting on my nerves. My head hurt like hell, and I sighed heavily when I remembered my odd dream. A threesome with a handsome guy called Pete and some stranger. Very interesting. I’d never met the guys before, so I didn’t know why I was dreaming about them. But the wetness between my legs was proof enough that I liked them.
I pushed the yellow sheets to the side and sat up. My breath hitched in my throat when I looked down at my thighs. They were slightly bruised, and I gulped. The bitter taste in my mouth had suddenly become very significant. My asshole was onfire. Images of the sexual encounter with two men flooded my mind, and I threw myself back onto the bed.
I closed my eyes, focusing on my body. I was sure that my pussy had been fucked as well. Something sticky was around my most private area and on my inner thighs, and I didn’t need to be a scientist to know that it was the remains of a man’s sperm.
My dream was actually last night's reality!
I drew myself up, standing from my giant, comfortable bed. My purse was placed on the wooden chair along with my phone and keys, and blurry flashbacks of Pete's handsome face told me that he had brought me home and put me to sleep.
I slowly walked through the room, stepping over my shoes. Usually, I always kept my belongings in order, but this time, I didn't care about a mess. I looked at myself in the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror and wanted to scream. My eye shadows and mascara were all over my face, my hair was messy, and my dress was in tatters. It was a horrible sight, and I quickly ran into the bathroom, hoping a shower could help me erase the memories of last night.
Well, it didn’t help. After almost half an hour of scrubbing my body clean, I exited my apartment into the cold morning. I was walking down the street, coffee in one hand and bag in the other, still thinking about the two mysterious guys and our crazy sex.
My head was throbbing, and I was sure I wouldn’t be able to sit on my ass. The man fucked me roughly, and right now, I could feel every movement back there.
I had to fight my brain hard to stop flashing images of the night before. Even when it looked planned from Peter’s side, eventually, I couldn’t say I didn’t enjoy it. Actually, it was one of the best sexual encounters of my life. No, scratch that. It was the best sexual encounter. This was a whole new level in my self-exploration after my last relationship with a man who only cared about his own satisfaction. And even though I was blushing just thinking about it, I loved every second of it.
I checked myself in the mirror in the elevator in Thorn Enterprises and took a deep breath. I was wearing a black pencil skirt with a white blouse and a black jacket. High=heel stilettos clicked on the floor when I was hurrying to my place behind the desk.
I was only able to put down my coffee when the voice of my boss, Lena, echoed in the hall. A few colleagues looked in my direction, whispering something to each other, but I didn´t pay them any attention. They probably heard some gossip that hadn’t reached my ears yet.
I quickly walked into the large office, which screamed luxury at first sight. The combination of white leather and brown wood was elegant; I had always admired Lena’s sharp taste for decorations and paintings.
"Good morning," I greeted her, and she gave me a small nod of acknowledgment. She was on her phone, and with her index finger, she pointed for me to take a seat. I carefully sat opposite her in the white armchair, wriggling uncomfortably because of the pressure on my ass. As I expected, my hole was strongly against me sitting on my butt.
Lena ended her phone call after a few seconds, groaning in frustration. I raised my eyebrows, but I didn’t interrupt her moment of annoyance.
"I need a favour," she said, and my ears perked up. The last time I did her a favour, I’d spent the whole weekend in the Bahamas, drinking daiquiris with one of the most important clients.
"You know that our boss, Mr Thorn, wants to retire. Yesterday, during the family dinner, he announced that his oldest son, Sebastian, would take his position.” She rolled her eyes at me, probably expecting some comment, but I didn’t say anything, so she continued. “He’ll be here in an hour, and he asked me for an assistant. You’re the first person who came to my mind.”
My eyes widened in surprise, and my brows shot up. I was flattered she wanted me to be the boss’s PA, but that would mean I would have to leave my perfect workplace.
“It’s just for a few days. HR will find him someone. We just didn’t expect him to come here so quickly," she explained, looking expectantly at me. Nothing appeared in my mind that would be good enough as an objection, so I agreed with her proposal, and in fifteen minutes, I was sitting behind the desk on the highest floor of Thorn Enterprises.
There were three offices. One for the big boss, the other for his right hand, and the third for the head of his legal team. The small room next to the elevator was the kitchen, and I mentally thanked the heavens for the coffee machine.
The desk was twice as big as mine on the sixth floor, and two phones glared at me from the left side. On the right was a computer and a massive pile of blank papers, probably for the notes. Nothing else was there, and I was slightly nervous because I didn’t know what to do with my hands.
Precisely at nine o’clock, the elevator's door opened, and I raised my head to look at the person who walked into the long corridor. At first, I didn’t see his face because he was too far away from me, but I quickly stood up, waiting for my new boss with a polite smile.
I spent the last thirty minutes trying to find something about him on the web, yet nothing special popped up. He was a thirty-six-year-old, extremely successful businessman who, besides this company, had another one of his own. He’d built it from scratch without the help of his family, and he’d earned respect from much older men thanks to his determination and skills. He was considered a ruthless negotiator, confident, and sometimes even an arrogant man who wasn’t scared of making hard decisions. However, many thought of him as a cocky asshole who knew how to throw punches and scare the shit out of people around him.
Still, seeing him in person was completely different from seeing his photo. His tall, muscular figure was very intimidating, and the deep scowl on his face wasn’t very friendly either. He was glaring at me with narrowed eyes, and his plump lips were pressed together. He gave me a quick once-over. His cold blue irises checked my body, and he stayed longer at my wide hips, but his expression didn’t change, and I gulped down.
The man was absolutely breathtaking. Not only did he have a perfect face, with a chiseled jaw, an aristocratic nose, and lips that had been provoking me since I’d first seen them, but he also radiated dominance and self-confidence. I stared at him in awe, and his strong aura was literally pulling me to him. I’ve never experienced something like that. He put me under his spell in a second, and I was ready to do whatever he asked me to do.
"Good morning, Mr Thorn," I managed to say, but he didn’t answer. He blinked a few times, then left me standing next to my desk. He didn’t close the door behind him, and I really wasn’t sure if I should follow him or stay in the hall.
"Bring me coffee!" he shouted out of the blue, making me wince. Quickly, I walked into the small kitchen, preparing an espresso while I was lost in thoughts about my new boss.
I wasn’t a newbie. I had experience and skills, and studied and worked hard to be the best I could be. Yet, after a few seconds in the presence of that black-haired, blue-eyed god, I felt like a nervous teenager. It just wasn’t like me.
I was a confident, intelligent, and hardworking young woman, and despite not having the perfect figure of a supermodel, I considered myself beautiful. So, I didn’t understand why my hands were trembling when I put the coffee down on the wide oak desk in Mr Thorn’s office.
"What is your name?" he barked at me, and I straightened my back, looking directly into his eyes.
