How Not to Be Seduced by Billionaires (9 page)
That was the only warning I got before his mouth closed over my clit, sucking hard and long.
I cried out as I came, our eyes locked into each other as pleasure caused my body to shake uncontrollably.
Later, Constantijin took control again, cleaning me with a brisk efficiency that made me feel thankful and a little hurt at the same time even though I tried my best not to let him know that.
“You are mine now, understand?”
His English seemed to go to hell whenever he was feeling strongly about something, I realized. He was scowling at me, as if remembering about Drake. I scowled back at him, realizing that he was trying to manipulate me through sex.
“I’m
not
yours.” And I wasn’t – or at least I was 99% his, but he didn’t have to know that. The one percent would remain mine, protected inside my heart until I could make him fall for me the way I was so obviously falling for him.
The words sounded silly even to my ears, especially after what just happened between us, and with me smoothing down my skirt. When I looked up, he was frowning again.
“Are you playing with me, schat?”
“No!”
Constantijin visibly relaxed at my obviously shocked answer. “I knew you weren’t the type but---I don’t understand why you are so against being mine. I can give you everything – anything you want.” His voice lowered, the look he sent me under his lashes positively sizzling.
“No one can please your body the way I can, Yanna.”
He was so arrogantly convinced of that it should have been a turn off, but my weak body reacted the opposite way. Instead, it found his words a huge turn on, my nipples hardening into pinpoint pricks against my blouse.
“I don’t deny that, Constantijin. But this – all of this, I’m not used to it. I need time.” I needed time to harden my heart, to protect it if he ever did end up using and leaving me, but I didn’t have to tell him that.
“Time.” He repeated the word so distastefully I couldn’t help but smile.
“Fine. I will give you this time you are asking for. But not too long,” he warned darkly. “I am an impatient man and I hunger too much for you already. Only you have forced me to go through cold showers every night.”
My heart blossomed at those words even though I did my best not to let him know how thrilled I was to hear that.
Over my protests, Constantijin walked me out of his office – past his smiling and still-unruffled looking secretary – and all the way to
my
office. Other employees who caught sight of us gawked, the questions in their eyes dispelled when Constantijin spoke.
“For your next presentation, I hope you can include a potential cast for the series. Include unknown and known actors – whoever you think will be best for the roles,” Constantijin was saying.
I looked up at him suspiciously, unsure if he really meant what he said because that was a big thing he was asking of me. Yet all he did was smile enigmatically. When we reached the door to my office, he said, “I was right in hiring you, Yanna.”
I practically expired in happiness at that point. It felt almost as good as the orgasms he alone could give me. Blushing because I was simply unable to keep myself from doing so, I said, “I’m just really happy to be with you, Mr. Kastein.”
The door opened behind me just as I spoke the words out loud and suddenly I found myself the focus of two surprised stares – George’s and Constantijin’s.
Realizing what I hadn’t meant to say, I stammered, “I meant, with your
company
.” Oh my God, oh my God, why the hell had I said that?
Constantijin smiled, the brooding darkness in his eyes completely wiped out by my Freudian slip. “Understood.”
He turned away and George and I stared at him silently. Even with his back to me, he still looked immensely sexy – too much so. When Constantijin was safely out of earshot, George said slyly, “Happy to be with you? Is that your subconscious talking?”
“No!” Or so I hoped.
Lesson #6
Don’t play games with your billionaire –
Especially when it’s a game he invented.
Alyx was literally rolling on the floor laughing when I morosely shared with her what happened today. Well, not about the part when I came in his mouth – God, my panties got all wet at the thought alone – but about the freaking Freudian slip that I made in front of George and Constantijin.
“You’re supposed to comfort me,” I wailed.
But that only made Alyx laugh harder, making me wish the living room had a bed of thorns for flooring instead of a soft blue-gray carpet.
“That is just so you!” she gasped.
“Yeah, yeah. Stop laughing!”
Alyx made a visible effort to rein in her laughter. “I’m good now,” she said even as her lips quivered.
I launched my complaint immediately. "How am I going to face him tomorrow?"
"That's assuming you'll see him tomorrow," she told me.
Good point. He was the CEO, after all. He didn’t have to be in the office every day. But – that was a bad point, too. It meant I wouldn’t be able to see Constantijin and --- wait, did I want to see him? Did I really want this thing between us to continue?
Where was the old Yanna in all this, the one who yearned for true love and not for smoking-hot sex?
I lifted my legs up in the cushion, hugging them close to my chest in utter misery. “Oh, God, Alyx, I think I’m falling for him.”
This was such a fucking cliché it wasn’t funny – not funny at all.
Alyx’s smile faded at my words. “Falling?” she echoed. “Isn’t this just, like, a sexual crush?”
A
sexual
crush? I didn’t even know such a thing existed! But now that I did – I thought about it real hard and shook my head after a while, even more glumly. “I don’t think it’s that.”
Alyx sat up in the floor, a look of alarm on her face. “Look, Yanna. I’m all for you and your boss doing the dirty, but
only
if you’re just in it for the sex. But if you think you’re falling for him---” Her lips pursed in disapproval. “Drop it. You’ll just get hurt.”
“I don’t think---”
“Try,” she cut me off with a scowl. “Look for other hotties to hook up.” She paused. “Like Mr. Fix It.”
“But that would be like using Drake and I can’t do that.”
She grimaced. “You’re too nice, you know that, right?” She said it like being nice was a disease and most times, it meant exactly that in Alyx’s book. Ever since we were young, she had kept on scolding me for letting people take advantage of me because I was – like she said – too nice.
I shook my head. “I’m not. I’m just…” Falling head over heels for my boss, and
that
was my problem.
George was still throwing me sly looks when I reported to work the next day. I ignored him, of course.
I worked immediately on improving my presentation since the new snowflake on my monitor screen told me that our meeting with the executives was set for tomorrow. Again, my fixation on my work caused me to forget all about lunch It was already two in the afternoon when my stomach growled, my internal alarm clock for hunger.
The cafeteria was nearly empty when I got there, but my inner senses went haywire immediately, telling me even without seeing that
he
was here again. Still uncomfortable about how fast and hard I was falling for Netherlands’ #1 playboy, I quickly turned around to escape.
But it was too late.
Constantijin was suddenly in front of me, as if sensing my intent to avoid him.
"Yanna."
I firmly repressed the lovesick sigh begging to be let out. Hearing him say my name with his Dutch accent was even more of a turn on now, especially when he looked at me like I was a lollipop he wanted to lick all over.
“Good afternoon, sir.” Just looking at Constantijin made me feel restless, my body throbbing for his touch. Today, he wore a pale pink polo together with a pair of well-cut trousers, his blazer nowhere in sight. His clothes made his muscular physique even more apparent, and it was all I could do not to stare hungrily at his body, knowing that every inch of it was wonderfully hard.
Like his cock.
God, what was I thinking?
Constantijin’s eyes shone with amusement, and I knew he had guessed correctly the direction that my thoughts had taken.
“Let’s have lunch together,” he said.
I quickly shook my head. “Oh, no, sir, I don’t want to impose---”
He said very gently, “It’s just lunch, Yanna.”
The delicate tone he used confused me. Was he saying I was overreacting? Even more confused and not a little irritated, I nevertheless found myself following him to one of the half-moon-shaped booths.
He snapped his fingers and a waiter appeared at our side on cue, ready to take our orders. This was a self-service cafeteria, but I supposed rules like that didn’t apply to CEOs. I opted for Japanese this time and he followed my lead, both of us ordering bento boxes and separate appetizers.
We sat at opposite ends of the booth. We couldn’t sit next to each other, not when he was my boss and I was his employee. Also, we weren’t a couple –
yet.
I colored at my thoughts.
Playboy, Yanna, playboy.
Playboys like Constantijin didn’t do the couple thing. I had to remember that.
The waiter returned not more than a minute later, our appetizers ready,
sashimi
for him and
kani
salad for me. I split my chopsticks just as he reached out for them.
“Oops?” I said with an embarrassed smile. Was I supposed to play damsel in distress with my chopsticks?
He laughed. The sound made my toes curl. Something about Constantijin Kastein enjoying my
company
– with my clothes on – had butterflies fluttering their wings in my stomach.
“
Itadakimasu,
” I said, feeling shy all of a sudden.
“
Itadakimasu
,” he said in return, eyes still gleaming with laughter.
We ate our meal in silence, and I did my best
not
to look like I was in the middle of another gastronomic orgasm as I enjoyed my bento box, which consisted of
yakimeshi rice,
chicken
teriyaki,
and
miso
soup.
Constantijin broke the silence with a casual question. “Do you eat
sashimi
?”
I nodded, surprised.
He deftly picked a slice with his chopsticks. “Here, taste it.” His silver eyes danced with wicked laughter.
“
Constantijin
.” I glared at him.
But still he kept his chopsticks-held salmon in the air, patiently waiting.
“What if people see us?”
“They won’t,” he said so confidently I looked at him suspiciously.
“Why not?”
