" This party isn't as miserable as you make it sound, " Donald said, sipping his drink.
" Working for Sarah is terrific. Having an argument with her is misery. Gosh! I cannot tell her next move___ "
" Sarah fires people immediately she has a problem with them. This means, she hasn't a problem with you and. . . she forgives you. . . "
" Why do you think so? " Jeanette asked.
" I don't think so, I know. She is my wife Jean, " Donald snapped.
" She has an attitude and you put up with it? " Jeanette said briskly.
" She really has an attitude. Billionaire's aren't always lucky in finding a better half, " he sneered. " Sarah is one-piece of a devil. It's just been two months since we got married and I regret marrying her. I've known her like forever. Her dad and my dad are very good friends. Unfortunately, I had to pay the price for their friendship, by marrying my dad's best friend's daughter. "
" You didn't want to marry her? "
" I would never want to marry her. Gosh! She is devilish! "
" Cheers, " she said, raising the bottle of vodka up. " To your marriage. . . "
" And to your job, " Donald said, raising his glass. " Let's see who is gonna finish his or her drink first. "
" I don't normally drink. Especially alcohols. So there's no need competing with you when it comes to alcohol, " Jeanette said biting her lips.
Donald moved closer to her. He took of his suit.
Jeanette stared at his long sleeved white T-shirt that suggested at the leanly muscled definition of his chest, arms and shoulders.
He sipped his drink as his gaze clashed with hers, the warm and obvious interest in his riveting green eyes enough to suck every scrap of air from her lungs.
She sipped her drink in return.
" You are beautiful. " The husky gently accented voice was impossibly intimate, wrapping around her, ensnaring her. She battled the instinctive urge to back away as he breached the gap between them, his body close enough that she could scent his earthy male aroma.
" Thanks, " she mumbled on her glass. " You are gorgeous____ "
" And seductive, " he added. " Every lady I spend time with always confesses that. "
" If you impress me a little, I may consider you, seductive, " Jeanette said tentatively.
Donald licked his lips. " You may end up falling head over heels for me. "
" Try me, Mr Donald, " she whispered slightly and softly. And continued sipping her vodka.
Donald's finger smoothly began loosening his tie. " One touch and you will find yourself begging in my arms. "
" I will never beg! A lot of guys like you have tried and failed, " she said promptly.
He laughed, low and deep and tauntingly. " One kiss and you will not be able to stop yourself, " he derided. " I am aware you want me badly. I can tell by the look in your eyes. "
" That's a big lie. You are my boss's husband____ "
He kissed her. It was no lie. She dived, she fell, she almost___ almost begged him. Her breathing went haywire, her senses caught alight, and she whimpered into his urgent mouth. His arms imprisoned her, but they didn't need to. She was clinging tightly.
" You shouldn't be doing this. "
" It's not like we have an option, " he murmured, and to punctuate his meaning he caught hold of one of her hands and placed it down his front, then caught her protesting little gasp in his mouth.
Desire pulsed with every hammering heartbeat; it bounced off the walls and back at her in wave after wave of blistering passion, battering her every sense into submission. They kissed; they lost their clothes with an urgent lack of finesse. He carried her into the board meeting room and tumbled her gently on the long table. They kissed some more; they rolled; he stretched her out and ravished her breasts, then placed a line of hot kisses down her front; he buried his mouth between her thighs. She almost leapt into the air in shock, then went wild, utterly wanton. She couldn't keep still and his hands had to clamp her hips so he could sustain the torment.
Her hands reached out to him, he paused and stared at her.
" Mr. Donald, I am still a virgin, " she whispered in his ear as he caressed her waist.
" I know. I can tell, " he whispered back as he continued to kiss her.
" This is the first and the last Mr Donald. Your wife will kill me if she finds out, " she said, after breaking the kiss.
" I am too drunk to think about my wife. She denies me of this pleasure, you are giving me. After we are done, I will go home to her. She wouldn't suspect any foul play. She is stupid, sometimes. I wonder how you manage to put up with her____ "
" This is the only job I have and I wouldn't want to lose it. I have a lot to do with my payment. So, this means I have to put up with her, " she said, kissing his neck. " This will never happen again. And it is our secret. "
" Okay, " he said. . . " No more waiting, " he urged.
Aroused beyond bearing, she gave in. Later, she promised herself. Later there would be time to regret this.
He put his hand in his trouser's pocket, scrabbling inside it.
" Pray I have got some condoms with me, " he told her hoarsely, unable to remember how long ago it had been since he'd needed them. " I don't normally carry condoms around. "
Impatient, wanting the billionaire with a desperation she had never experienced before, Jeanette moaned with frustration. " Hurry, " she begged, unable to hold on any longer.
Relieved when he found what she was looking for, she took it from him, looking into his eyes as she rolled it on. She drew him down. Their mouths met hotly. She wanted this, she needed it. She knew right from the start, that this seductive man on top of her, would disvirgin her.
" Are you sure you want this? " Donald's voice was rough with tension, green eyes dark with passion.
" Yes. " Her hands moved down to encourage him, gasping as he moved into her.
" It's gonna be painful for only a while, " he said, slowly putting it into her.
She cried, she moaned, she wanted to scream. She held onto him tightly. Her fingers raked his back. As he continued to slide into her, her senses paralysed but her body moved. The pain was much.
Donald moved into her again and smoothly united them.
" Jeanie, " he groaned, one arm sliding under her hips, his free hand sinking in her hair. " It's done. I can feel your blood on me. I shall continue. I hope you learn quickly. "
Jeanette laid helplessly on the table, breathing fast and still clutching on him. " Mr Donald. . . "
" Yes dear, " he said kissing her nipples.
" Thanks, " Jeanette snapped.
He began the second round and when he was through, they collapsed together. Hearts pounding, breathing laboured, bodies entwined. Jeanette closed her eyes surrendering to the magic of this night with her boss's husband, knowing she could never repeat it.