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Chapter Eighteen
Arthur didn’t put up a single fight.
Skye stared across her desk over toward Noah’s PA. The other woman offered her a smile, and she felt like crap for not remembering her name. She’d been so kind to her, even after she walked out of his office just the other day probably looking thoroughly fucked by the man himself.
They’d not had sex though.
No, Noah had made her come so hard. She couldn’t recall a time in the past fifteen years that she’d experienced that kind of pleasure, and it scared her.
Not that orgasm. She loved letting go and finally being free. The orgasm wasn’t the problem. It was the way Noah did it. He … took so much control.
Martin, her ex-husband, would never have forced her to hold her skirt while he played with her, or hold her down, or take all of the power away from her. Every second with Noah had set her body ablaze, and she’d been powerless to stop it.
Now, as she ran the pen across her lip, she wondered what it would be like to be with Noah. To suck his cock, to let all of her past go and just have some fun.
It was crazy. A stupid idea and thought. Yet, she wanted it.
His office door opened, and he showed out the man he’d been in a meeting with. He’d been there to see her to her new desk, much to her annoyance. Having sex with Noah or any relationship with him was bad news. Their history was in the past, and it had to stay there. Last night, she’d already started looking for jobs, but none of them were for her. She had to either take another pay cut, which was out of the question for the simple fact she was already struggling to make ends meet, or move, also not happening. The other jobs available she either had too much experience or not enough. She was currently screwed, which was why she wanted to make this work for her.
It couldn’t be hard to do.
Noah would move on. He was a successful businessman who must have women hanging on his every single word. She knew there had to be a woman in every single city he wanted, and yet, being over his desk, his cock out, ready to take her, she’d felt like the only woman in his world.
The man, whose name couldn’t remember, left, and Noah spun on his heel. He offered her a smile, knocked on her desk, and walked back into his office, closing the door.
That was it. Nothing else. No words. No invite.
Just a smile that reminded her of wickedness and sin.
Get a grip, Skye. He’s not for you.
Noah had set her some financial forecasts for Arthur’s current software, and for the hours leading up to lunch, she worked through the numbers, answering calls when she needed. She had a phone on her desk that Arthur had been given the number to. Several of the staff at the Sanderson building still called her, needing information, which she was able to give. The space beside Noah’s office was actually really nice. Back at the Sanderson building, she had a very small box of an office. Most of the time, she had to go down to the basement to look through old files. When he converted to brand-new software that Arthur designed himself, it made her life easier. Arthur didn’t trust well, and he didn’t want any information going onto or into software he’d not created.
She was in finance, not in technology or anything like that. He built programs, games, all across the spectrum of software and codes that she didn’t even have a clue to explain.
From her desk near Noah’s office, she had a clear view of the city, and obviously, several other office buildings, but those blue skies called to her. They made her feel like she was floating and finally free. Her old office had no window. She’d been deprived of light and … everything.
Also, the coffee was good. She had yet to find one thing wrong with her new working environment. She loved everything, even Noah making an appearance whenever a new client, customer, or associate arrived, and he’d appear at the buzz of his PA.
Calls were a constant, as was paperwork.
She couldn’t believe how much he worked in just the short time she’d been with him.
For two weeks, Skye didn’t get any personal time with him. She went for her lunch at twelve, returned forty-five minutes later, completed her shift, and walked home. She couldn’t afford a car, so she often walked.
By the beginning of the third week, she was starting to think she’d lost her mind. There was no way a takeover could take this long, and after a phone call with Arthur, she knew something had happened. She’d also noted on her paycheck, which had arrived, all of her details had been converted to Noah’s company.
She had so many questions and not enough answers.
“I’m looking for a Ms. Banks,” a postal guy said right before lunch.
“That’s me.” She looked up from her pay slip to see him holding a rectangular white box. She frowned at it.
She’d not ordered anything, and on the side, she saw the name of an expensive boutique. Signing for the item, she thanked him and sat back down. Releasing the ribbon that held it all together, she opened the lid and peered inside.
A red dress lay on pastel pink paper. It looked stunning without taking it out of the box. There was a card on top of the dress.
Wear this tonight for me. I’m taking you to dinner. Noah. X
