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As I gather my belongings and prepare to leave for the day, I catch a glimpse of Stephen approaching me. My heart skips a beat, and a wave of anticipation washes over me.
"Chloe," Stephen's voice is low and husky, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sets my skin on fire. "Can we talk for a moment?"
I hesitate t, torn between the desire to stay professional and the intoxicating allure of exploring this newfound connection. But the temptation is too strong to resist, and I nod, stepping closer to him.
He leans against the edge of my desk, his eyes never leaving mine. The air crackles with anticipation as we engage in a wordless dance, our bodies moving closer together.
"You know," Stephen murmurs, his voice laced with a mixture of longing and playfulness, "those days on the island . . . they were intense, weren't they?"
I swallow hard, feeling my pulse quicken. "Yes," I reply, my voice barely a whisper. "Time sure flew by when we were there."
A subtle smile plays on his lips, and his fingers graze the back of my hand awakening my nerve endings. Just a few days ago, those fingers had beeninsideme. The memories of that night flood my mind, and I bite the corner of my lips. "I couldn't get you out of my mind, Chloe,” Stephen whispers, his mouth so close to mine. “The way you felt under my hands, the noises you made that night . . . God, it makes me hard just thinking about it."
As if on cue, I notice the bulge straining against the zipper of his pants. A surge of heat rushes through me, and I take a step closer, our bodies now mere inches apart. "I feel the same way," I confess, my voice filled with longing. "Being with you awakened something inside me, something I've never experienced before."
His gaze intensifies, darkening with a mix of desire and restraint. "Chloe, I don't want to rush things. I want us to take it slow, to savor every moment."
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. "I understand," I breathe, my fingers itching to touch him, to feel his warmth against my skin.
And then, in an instant, our lips meet in a passionate and electrifying kiss. The world around us dissolves into a blur of sensations and emotions, the weight of our desires finally finding release. Time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in the intensity of the moment.
But just as quickly as it began, the kiss ends, leaving us both breathless and wanting more. Our gazes lock, and a mixture of longing and uncertainty flickers in Stephen's eyes.
"Chloe," he whispers, his voice laced with a hint of regret. "We need to be careful. I’m your boss and you’re so young." His voice almost breaks at those last words, as if he’s hesitant to sully my innocence with his mature ways.
I nod, a pang of disappointment mingling with understanding. "You're right, Stephen. We can’t do this at work."
As we reluctantly step back from each other, the air between us feels charged with unspoken desires. We both know that this connection cannot be easily dismissed.
Stephen's eyes held mine, searching for the answer before I finally nodded.A spark of electricity coursed through me. We both knew what this meant—the thrill of sneaking around, the danger of being caught, the deliciousness of temptation. As I walked away, my heart raced and heat flooded my cheeks as I felt his gaze linger on me. I could feel the fabric of my blouse brushing against my hardened nipples.
But deep down, I know that the flame ignited on that remote island is far from extinguished. It's a spark that will continue to smolder, waiting for the right moment to reignite, to consume us both in a firestorm of passion.
Chapter ten
Stephen
Itakeadeepbreath, trying to steady my racing thoughts as I enter Jonathan's office. Something tells me this conversation won't be easy. Ever since Chloe and I returned from the island, Jonathan's behavior has become increasingly unpredictable.
"Stephen, have a seat," Jonathan says, his voice laced with a deceptive calmness that sends a shiver down my spine. I take a seat across from him, bracing myself for what lies ahead.
"What's on your mind, Jonathan?" I ask, trying to appear composed, despite the unease gnawing at me.
A twisted smile curls on Jonathan's lips as he leans back in his chair. "You know, Stephen, I've been thinking about your little adventure on the island," he begins, his tone dripping with malice. "And it occurred to me that you have a unique opportunity in front of you."
I furrow my brow, the sense of foreboding deepening. "What are you talking about, Jonathan?"
A cruel glint flickers in his eyes as he leans forward, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "Chloe, Stephen. She's vulnerable, and she's falling for you. Why don't you take advantage of that? Seduce her, make her believe that you care, and then discard her. It would be the perfect revenge on the Bloom family."
My jaw tightens, a surge of anger rising within me. "You think I would stoop so low? What the fuck is wrong with you? That I would use Chloe like that? You don't know me at all, man."
"Stephen, think about it," Jonathan says, sounding so gleeful that it grates on my nerves. "Chloe is just a means to an end. If you seduce her, use her, then discard her, it will break Victoria. It will be the ultimate revenge."
His words cut through me like a knife, and I feel a surge of anger and disgust rise within me. How could he even suggest something so callous and manipulative?
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "Jonathan, you’ve lost your God damn mind. What you're suggesting is beyond unethical. It's cruel and degrading. I won't be a part of it," I reply firmly, my voice tinged with anger and disappointment.
But Jonathan doesn't back down. He leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with a wicked glint. "You don't understand, Stephen. This is our chance to strike back at the Blooms, to make them pay for what they've done. And Victoria . . . she deserves to suffer just like she made me suffer."
