Abby Green

Ruthless Greek Boss, Secretary Mistress

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    Humyrah Sevenhas quoted2 years ago
    Aristotle put out his hands to steady her. They were on her waist. Immediately it was an invasion of her space—especially when she was so self-conscious about her body.

    With one hand she tried to knock him away but his hands were immovable. Her other hand was still clinging onto her dress with a death grip. She looked at him and her brain felt hot, fuzzy. He was too close. She could smell his fresh citrusy scent, mixed in with something much more male, elemental. All she could see were his eyes; all she could feel were those hands, like a brand on her body.

    He was talking. She tried to concentrate on his words.

    ‘…more along the lines of this…’

    And then, as realisation exploded inside her, Aristotle’s head was coming down, closer and closer. Everything went dark as his mouth covered hers, warm and firm and so exotic that she couldn’t move.

    It was so shocking that Lucy continued standing there like a statue. Through her mind ran the comforting words, You won’t feel anything. You’re cold inside. You’re not your mother. You don’t react to this. You don’t crave men…sex…You’ve proved this to yourself…
    Humyrah Sevenhas quoted2 years ago
    Well, if you’re trying to fade into the background it’s already working.’

    Lucy swallowed past a dry throat. ‘I’m your assistant, not your date.’
    Humyrah Sevenhas quoted2 years ago
    Slipping her feet into flat shoes, she stuck her glasses back on, gathered up her wet things, looked up—and stopped breathing. In the crack of the open door her boss was just standing there, looking at her.
    Humyrah Sevenhas quoted2 years ago
    if entranced by a siren song, he couldn’t move. His gaze slid down again and took in that small waist,
    Humyrah Sevenhas quoted2 years ago
    She was bending over to pull trousers up over long, surprisingly slender legs. Her legs led upwards to those shapely thighs, which curved out to a lushly rounded bottom encased in some kind of black lace and silk concoction.
    Humyrah Sevenhas quoted2 years ago
    Feeling like a voyeur, and not liking it, he halted by the door which lay slightly ajar. Through the crack he saw Lucy, and when his eyes registered what he was seeing his whole body locked, every muscle taut. Unable to move, all he could do was take in the sight with widening eyes.
    Humyrah Sevenhas quoted2 years ago
    Lucy had just enough time for a cynical smile as she reflected that if her new boss was to so much as arch an eyebrow this woman would undoubtedly be back in his bed in a heartbeat before the door was suddenly flung open.
    Priti Shahhas quoted3 years ago
    ‘No—look, I’m sorry, I’m not being very articulate. I’ll do as you ask and make sure that the accompanying note is appropriate.’
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