Monday morning, I was a bundle of n

Monday morning, I was a bundle of nerves as I made my way into the building. I’d made my decision: I wasn’t going to sacrifice my job because of our lack of judgment. I wanted to finish this position with a stellar presentation for the scholarship board and then leave and start my career. No more sex, no more fantasizing. I could easily work—business only—with Mr. Ryan for another few months.
Feeling the need for a boost of confidence, I wore the new dress Julia had given me. It hugged my curves without looking too provocative. But my secret confidence weapon was my underwear. I’d always had a thing for expensive lingerie, and early on had learned where to hunt for the best sales. Wearing something sexy under my clothes was empowering, and the pair I had on would most certainly do the trick. They were black silk in front, embellished with embroidery, and the back consisted of a series of delicate tulle ribbons, crisscrossing to meet in the center near my tailbone with a dainty black bow. With each step, the fabric of my dress caressed my bare skin. I could take whatever Mr. Ryan had to say today, and I could dish it right back to him.
I’d arrived early to have time to prepare for the presentation. It wasn’t strictly my job, but Mr. Ryan refused to have a dedicated assistant, and when left to his own devices, he was a disaster at making meetings pleasant: no coffee, no pastries, just a room full of people, pristine slides and handouts, and, as always, endless work.
The lobby was empty; the wide space opened three stories up and gleamed with polished granite flooring and travertine walls. As the elevator doors closed behind me, I gave myself a mental pep talk, recounting all the arguments we’d had and the jackass comments he’d made.
“Type, don’t write anything longhand. Your handwriting looks like a third grader’s, Miss Mills.”
“If I wanted to enjoy your entire conversation with your graduate advisor, I’d leave my office door open and get some popcorn. Please, keep your voice down.”
I could do this. That bastard had picked the wrong woman to mess with, and I’d be damned if I would let him intimidate me. I lowered my hand to my ass and smiled wickedly . . . power panties.
As I expected, the office was still empty when I arrived. I gathered everything he would need for his presentation and headed to the conference room to set up. I tried to ignore the Pavlovian response I had to seeing the wall of windows, the gleaming conference table.
Stop it, body. Engage now, brain.
Glancing around the sun-filled room, I set the files and laptop on the large conference table and helped the catering staff set up the breakfast spread along the back wall.
Twenty minutes later the proposals were set out, the projector was prepared, and refreshments were ready. With time to spare I found myself wandering over to the window. I reached out and touched the smooth glass, overwhelmed by the sensations it brought; the heat of his body against my back, the feel of the cool glass against my breasts, and the raw animalistic sound of his voice in my ear.
“Ask me to make you come.”
I closed my eyes and leaned in, pressing my palms and forehead against the window, and let the power of the memories overtake me.
I was startled from my fantasy by a throat clearing behind me. “Daydreaming on the clock?”
“Mr. Ryan,” I gasped, spinning around. Our eyes locked and I was once again struck by how beautiful he was. He broke eye contact to survey the room.
“Miss Mills,” he said, each word sharp and clipped. “I’ll be giving the presentation on the fourth floor.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, irritation flooding me. “Why? We always use this room. And why did you wait until the last minute to tell me?”
“Because,” he growled, leaning on his fists on the table, “I am the boss. I make the rules, and I decide when and where things happen. Maybe if you weren’t intent on staring out windows, you would have taken the time this morning to come confirm the details with me.”
My mind flooded with white-hot images of my fist connecting with his throat. It took every bit of control I had not to jump across the table and strangle him. A smug smile crept over his face.
“Fine by me,” I said, swallowing my annoyance. “No good decisions are ever made in this room anyway.”


When I turned the corner into the new conference room, my eyes immediately met Mr. Ryan’s. Sitting in his chair, his hands predictably tented in front of him, he was the portrait of barely contained patience. Typical.
Then I noticed the person beside me: Elliott Ryan.
“Here, let me help you with that, Chloe,” he said, taking a stack of folders from my arms so I could more easily maneuver the cart full of food into the room.
“Thank you, Mr. Ryan.” I shot a pointed look at my boss.
“Chloe,” the elder Mr. Ryan said, laughing. He took some handouts and sent the stack around the table for the attendees to take. “How many times do I need to tell you to call me Elliott?” He was every bit as handsome as both of his sons. Tall and muscular, all three Ryan men shared the same chiseled features. Elliott’s salt-and-pepper hair had turned silver over the years since I’d first met him, but he was still one of the most handsome men I’d ever met.
I smiled gratefully at him as I sat down. “How is Susan doing?”
“She’s doing fine. She keeps bugging me about having you over,” he added with a wink. It didn’t escape my attention that the youngest Mr. Ryan snorted in annoyance beside me.
“Please tell her hi from me.”
Footsteps sounded behind me and a hand reached out to gently tug my ear. “Hey, kiddo,” Henry Ryan said, giving me a wide grin. He turned to address the rest of the room. “Sorry I’m late, guys. I guess I thought we were meeting up on your floor.”
I chanced a smug look out of the corner of my eye, meeting my boss’ gaze. The stack of handouts came back to me and I handed a copy to him. “Here you are, Mr. Ryan.”
Without so much as a glance, he snatched the stack and began leafing through them.
Dick.
Just as I was taking my seat, Henry’s boisterous voice called out, “Oh, Chloe, while I was up there waiting, I found these on the floor.” I walked over to him and saw two antiqued silver buttons sitting in his palm. “Would you ask around and see if anyone’s lost these? They look kind of expensive.”
I felt my face heat. I had completely forgotten about my ruined shirt. “Um . . . sure.”
“Henry, can I see those for a minute?” Jackass suddenly chimed in, taking them from his brother. He turned to me with a wicked smirk in place. “Don’t you have a blouse with buttons like these?”
I glanced quickly around the room; Henry and Elliott were already absorbed in another conversation, oblivious to what was happening between us.
“No,” I said, trying to sound as disinterested as possible. “I don’t.”
“Are you sure?” Taking my hand, he ran a finger from the inside of my arm to my palm before dropping the buttons and closing my hand around them. My breath caught in my throat and my heart pounded fiercely against my chest.
I jerked my hand back as if I’d been burned. “I’m sure.”
“I could have sworn the blouse you wore the other day had little silver buttons. The pink one? I remember because I noticed one of them was loose when you came looking for me upstairs.”
If possible, I felt my face heat further. What was he playing at? Was he trying to insinuate that I had orchestrated a way to get him alone in the conference room?
Leaning in closely, his breath hot on my ear, he whispered, “You really should try to be more careful.”
I attempted to maintain my calm as I lowered my hand from his. “You bastard,” I replied through gritted teeth before he pulled away, looking taken aback.
How could he look surprised, as if I’d been the one to break the rules? It was one thing to be a dick to me, but to jeopardize my reputation in front of other executives—he was going to get an earful later.
Throughout the meeting we cast glances at each other, mine fueled with anger and his with increasing uncertainty. I looked down at the spreadsheets in front of me as much as possible to avoid looking at him.
As soon as it was all over, I gathered my things and got the hell out of there. But as expected, he was hot on my tail all the way to the elevator until we were both seething silently in the back, on our way up to the office.
Why wouldn’t this thing hurry up, and why did someone on every floor decide they needed to use it now? People all around us were talking on phones, shuffling files, discussing lunch plans. The noise grew to a heavy buzz, nearly drowning out the verbal ass-kicking I was giving Mr. Ryan in my head. By the time we reached the eleventh floor, the elevator was almost at capacity. When the door opened and three more people decided to squeeze in, I was pushed farther into him, my back against his chest and my ass against his . . . oh.
I felt the rest of his body stiffen subtly and heard him take a sharp breath. Instead of pressing into him, I stepped as far away as I could. He reached forward and gripped my hip, pulling me back again.
“I liked that ass against me,” he murmured, low and warm into my ear. “Where do you—”
“I’m two seconds away from castrating you with my heel.”
He leaned even closer. “Why are you suddenly more pissy than usual?”
I turned my head and said, in barely a whisper, “It would be just like you to make me look like a career-climbing whore in front of your father.”
He dropped his hand, slack jawed. “No.” Blink. Blink. “What?” Confused Mr. Ryan was surprisingly hot. Bastard. “I was just playing around.”
“What if they’d heard you?”
“They didn’t.”
“They could have.”
He genuinely looked like the thought had never occurred to him, and it probably hadn’t. It was easy for him to play games from his perch at the top. He was the workaholic executive. I was the girl halfway up the ladder.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Senin pagi, saya adalah bundel dari saraf saya membuat jalan ke gedung. Saya telah membuat keputusan saya: Aku tidak akan mengorbankan pekerjaan saya karena kurangnya pertimbangan kami. Aku ingin menyelesaikan posisi ini dengan presentasi bintang untuk Dewan beasiswa dan kemudian meninggalkan dan memulai karir saya. Tidak ada seks lebih, tidak ada lagi fantasizing. Aku bisa dengan mudah bekerja — bisnis hanya — dengan Tn. Ryan selama beberapa bulan.Merasa perlu untuk meningkatkan kepercayaan diri, saya mengenakan gaun baru Julia telah memberi saya. Ia memeluk kurva tanpa melihat terlalu provokatif. Tapi senjata rahasia keyakinan saya pakaian saya. Saya selalu punya sesuatu untuk pakaian yang mahal, dan sejak awal telah belajar di mana untuk mencari penjualan terbaik. Mengenakan sesuatu yang seksi di bawah pakaian saya adalah pada memberdayakan, dan pasangan aku pada pasti akan melakukan trik. Mereka hitam sutra di depan, dihiasi dengan bordir, dan belakang terdiri dari serangkaian pita kain tule halus, pelayar untuk bertemu di pusat dekat tailbone saya dengan busur hitam mungil. Dengan setiap langkah, kain baju saya membelai kulitku telanjang. Aku bisa mengambil apapun yang Bapak Ryan harus mengatakan hari ini, dan saya bisa piring kanan kembali kepadanya.Aku tiba lebih awal untuk memiliki waktu untuk mempersiapkan presentasi. Itu tidak benar-benar pekerjaan saya, tapi Tn. Ryan menolak untuk memiliki asisten khusus, dan ketika meninggalkan untuk perangkat sendiri, ia adalah sebuah bencana di membuat pertemuan yang menyenangkan: tidak ada kopi, kue-kue tidak, hanya kamar penuh orang, murni slide dan handout, dan, seperti biasa, tak ada habisnya bekerja.Lobi itu kosong; Ruang luas membuka tiga cerita dan berkilau dengan dinding lantai dan travertine granit yang dipoles. Seperti pintu Lift ditutup di belakang saya, aku memberi diriku berbicara semangat mental, menceritakan semua argumen yang kami miliki dan komentar-komentar jackass yang dibuatnya."Jenis, jangan menulis apa-apa tulisan tangan. Tulisan tangan Anda tampak seperti ketiga grader's, Miss Mills.""Jika saya ingin menikmati percakapan Anda seluruh dengan penasihat Anda pascasarjana, saya akan meninggalkan kantor pintu terbuka dan mendapatkan popcorn. Harap menjaga suara Anda turun."Saya bisa melakukan ini. Bajingan itu mengambil wanita yang salah mengacaukan, dan aku akan terkutuk jika saya akan membiarkan dia mengintimidasi saya. Aku menurunkan tanganku ke pantatku dan tersenyum jahat... celana dalam kekuasaan.Seperti yang saya harapkan, kantor itu masih kosong ketika saya tiba. Saya mengumpulkan segala sesuatu dia akan perlu untuk presentasi dan menuju ke ruang konferensi untuk mengatur. Aku mencoba untuk mengabaikan respon Pavlov aku harus melihat dinding windows, tabel konferensi yang berkilau.Menghentikannya, tubuh. Terlibat sekarang, otak.Melirik sekeliling ruangan sun-dipenuhi, saya mengatur file dan laptop di atas meja konferensi besar dan membantu staf katering mengatur sarapan yang tersebar di sepanjang dinding belakang.Twenty minutes later the proposals were set out, the projector was prepared, and refreshments were ready. With time to spare I found myself wandering over to the window. I reached out and touched the smooth glass, overwhelmed by the sensations it brought; the heat of his body against my back, the feel of the cool glass against my breasts, and the raw animalistic sound of his voice in my ear.“Ask me to make you come.”I closed my eyes and leaned in, pressing my palms and forehead against the window, and let the power of the memories overtake me.I was startled from my fantasy by a throat clearing behind me. “Daydreaming on the clock?”“Mr. Ryan,” I gasped, spinning around. Our eyes locked and I was once again struck by how beautiful he was. He broke eye contact to survey the room.“Miss Mills,” he said, each word sharp and clipped. “I’ll be giving the presentation on the fourth floor.”“Excuse me?” I asked, irritation flooding me. “Why? We always use this room. And why did you wait until the last minute to tell me?”“Because,” he growled, leaning on his fists on the table, “I am the boss. I make the rules, and I decide when and where things happen. Maybe if you weren’t intent on staring out windows, you would have taken the time this morning to come confirm the details with me.”My mind flooded with white-hot images of my fist connecting with his throat. It took every bit of control I had not to jump across the table and strangle him. A smug smile crept over his face.“Fine by me,” I said, swallowing my annoyance. “No good decisions are ever made in this room anyway.”When I turned the corner into the new conference room, my eyes immediately met Mr. Ryan’s. Sitting in his chair, his hands predictably tented in front of him, he was the portrait of barely contained patience. Typical.Then I noticed the person beside me: Elliott Ryan.“Here, let me help you with that, Chloe,” he said, taking a stack of folders from my arms so I could more easily maneuver the cart full of food into the room.“Thank you, Mr. Ryan.” I shot a pointed look at my boss.“Chloe,” the elder Mr. Ryan said, laughing. He took some handouts and sent the stack around the table for the attendees to take. “How many times do I need to tell you to call me Elliott?” He was every bit as handsome as both of his sons. Tall and muscular, all three Ryan men shared the same chiseled features. Elliott’s salt-and-pepper hair had turned silver over the years since I’d first met him, but he was still one of the most handsome men I’d ever met.I smiled gratefully at him as I sat down. “How is Susan doing?”“She’s doing fine. She keeps bugging me about having you over,” he added with a wink. It didn’t escape my attention that the youngest Mr. Ryan snorted in annoyance beside me.“Please tell her hi from me.”Footsteps sounded behind me and a hand reached out to gently tug my ear. “Hey, kiddo,” Henry Ryan said, giving me a wide grin. He turned to address the rest of the room. “Sorry I’m late, guys. I guess I thought we were meeting up on your floor.”I chanced a smug look out of the corner of my eye, meeting my boss’ gaze. The stack of handouts came back to me and I handed a copy to him. “Here you are, Mr. Ryan.”Without so much as a glance, he snatched the stack and began leafing through them.Dick.Just as I was taking my seat, Henry’s boisterous voice called out, “Oh, Chloe, while I was up there waiting, I found these on the floor.” I walked over to him and saw two antiqued silver buttons sitting in his palm. “Would you ask around and see if anyone’s lost these? They look kind of expensive.”I felt my face heat. I had completely forgotten about my ruined shirt. “Um . . . sure.”“Henry, can I see those for a minute?” Jackass suddenly chimed in, taking them from his brother. He turned to me with a wicked smirk in place. “Don’t you have a blouse with buttons like these?”I glanced quickly around the room; Henry and Elliott were already absorbed in another conversation, oblivious to what was happening between us.“No,” I said, trying to sound as disinterested as possible. “I don’t.”“Are you sure?” Taking my hand, he ran a finger from the inside of my arm to my palm before dropping the buttons and closing my hand around them. My breath caught in my throat and my heart pounded fiercely against my chest.I jerked my hand back as if I’d been burned. “I’m sure.”
“I could have sworn the blouse you wore the other day had little silver buttons. The pink one? I remember because I noticed one of them was loose when you came looking for me upstairs.”
If possible, I felt my face heat further. What was he playing at? Was he trying to insinuate that I had orchestrated a way to get him alone in the conference room?
Leaning in closely, his breath hot on my ear, he whispered, “You really should try to be more careful.”
I attempted to maintain my calm as I lowered my hand from his. “You bastard,” I replied through gritted teeth before he pulled away, looking taken aback.
How could he look surprised, as if I’d been the one to break the rules? It was one thing to be a dick to me, but to jeopardize my reputation in front of other executives—he was going to get an earful later.
Throughout the meeting we cast glances at each other, mine fueled with anger and his with increasing uncertainty. I looked down at the spreadsheets in front of me as much as possible to avoid looking at him.
As soon as it was all over, I gathered my things and got the hell out of there. But as expected, he was hot on my tail all the way to the elevator until we were both seething silently in the back, on our way up to the office.
Why wouldn’t this thing hurry up, and why did someone on every floor decide they needed to use it now? People all around us were talking on phones, shuffling files, discussing lunch plans. The noise grew to a heavy buzz, nearly drowning out the verbal ass-kicking I was giving Mr. Ryan in my head. By the time we reached the eleventh floor, the elevator was almost at capacity. When the door opened and three more people decided to squeeze in, I was pushed farther into him, my back against his chest and my ass against his . . . oh.
I felt the rest of his body stiffen subtly and heard him take a sharp breath. Instead of pressing into him, I stepped as far away as I could. He reached forward and gripped my hip, pulling me back again.
“I liked that ass against me,” he murmured, low and warm into my ear. “Where do you—”
“I’m two seconds away from castrating you with my heel.”
He leaned even closer. “Why are you suddenly more pissy than usual?”
I turned my head and said, in barely a whisper, “It would be just like you to make me look like a career-climbing whore in front of your father.”
He dropped his hand, slack jawed. “No.” Blink. Blink. “What?” Confused Mr. Ryan was surprisingly hot. Bastard. “I was just playing around.”
“What if they’d heard you?”
“They didn’t.”
“They could have.”
He genuinely looked like the thought had never occurred to him, and it probably hadn’t. It was easy for him to play games from his perch at the top. He was the workaholic executive. I was the girl halfway up the ladder.