Chapter 7 – Moved In
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She stared back at him without a word. His expression darkened further as his hand inched closer to her healthy chest. Melissa inhaled sharply when he finally cupped her and squeezed. She bit her lip to prevent herself from moaning.
He did taste her, reaching inside the bodice of her dress and freeing one breast to lick and suckle. Her moan escaped her lips as she grasped his coat. His tongue swirled around her soft flesh, evoking pleasure from within her. When he nipped and sucked, she let go and cried out, tightly holding onto his sleeve.
But that was it. He simply tasted her. He straightened and stepped backward.
Melissa was flushed from both embarrassment and desire. How could he…? He actually did that to her?
“You taste good enough. Did you say reward? We’ll see about that. How about you move into my house today and we’ll discuss further?” He raised an eyebrow at her, but his gaze travelled downwards to her still exposed breast.
She took in a deep breath before composing herself and covering her body properly. She frowned as she analyzed the situation. So, was he willing to give her something in exchange for pleasure? She’s not exactly averse to that. She had slept with men before.
Her gaze roamed his body. He seemed fit under his corporate suit despite his age.
“Like what you see?” Actually, there’s something else he wanted to taste, so he fixed his gaze on her lips.
When she looked back at him, this was what she saw. She grinned in triumph. She did affect him.
“Taste test is done. I’ll see you later, then? I still have to pack my things.” She dared to wink.
Before she could walk away, he grabbed her arm and pulled her close. His mouth quickly latched on hers and dived deeper, tasting her lips and every corner of them. It was sudden, surprising her, but it felt so good. He’s a great kisser, she’d give him that. Her insides were stirred with every stroke of his tongue, and she moaned aloud. Her center clenched in anticipation, and she pressed her body to his hard one. She’s achingly wet and wanted him to touch her there.
But just like earlier, he stopped after having a taste.
They took a moment to regain their composure. He let her go, and she straightened again.
“You may go.” He still had a lot to do, but there’s now something to look forward to.
It won’t be the first time he contracted someone to be his bed partner, to be at his beck and call. They were easy to dismiss as well.
Other times, he did spare some effort to actually woo a woman. Maybe someone from his circle, or a common friend with his associates, that he developed an interest in. His grandfather kept telling him to settle down these last few years. It had become a nagging thing whenever they meet.
He returned to his chair as Melissa picked up her coat. She wore it before leaving. She didn’t say anything as she left.
Outside, she asked his secretary for the address. Glancing at her wristwatch, she figured she had enough time. A few hours to pack her stuff and bring them to his place. ‘Does he have a driver? Should she ask to be serviced?’
Melissa wasn’t exactly a sensitive person. It’s more appropriate to say she had thick skin.
She asked the secretary if she had the contact number of his driver and if the said driver could give her a couple of rides—to her place, then to his house.
The secretary wisely decided to ask her boss about it. When Klyde gave his permission, she readily gave Ms. Franklin the driver’s contact number. She also called him directly to inform him of the situation.
“He’ll meet you at front, Ms. Franklin. It’s a black car.”
“Of course. Thank you.” She smiled her relief. This seemed to be going better than she expected. Yes, she expected him to throw her off his building. Maybe ban her from entering and stop her from bothering him. She liked how things proceeded. Also, his touch and kiss were hot, which made her bothered and wanting for more of him.
She’d definitely demand some monetary rewards from him. It seemed he’s satisfied anyway.
She met the driver in front of the building and got in. He introduced himself after confirming her identity.
“It’s nice to meet you.” She was polite to the old man. He seemed kind. She’s not bitchy to everyone, you know. After telling him her address, she relaxed at the back of the car.
When they arrived at her place, she asked him if he would like to wait or if he’d like to go and just come back when she calls him. The man shrugged.
“Boss doesn’t have any schedule outside of the office today. I’ll just wait here.”
“Okay. Thank you. I’ll try to be quick.” Not for his benefit but for her own. She wanted to check out his place and make herself comfortable. She needed to be there before night arrives.
Actually, she had a lot of things—expensive things. Branded clothes and bags and shoes. But she couldn’t bring herself to sell them. What would her friends say? It was only a last resort, and she might do it inconspicuously. Still, at the moment, she might not need to. She’s got a place to move into, and her meals won’t be a problem.
She quickly packed everything, but she couldn’t seem to pack them quickly enough. An hour passed, and she’s already huffing. She only managed to box those branded things. She looked at the other cabinet, containing stuff from her college days. Books. Papers. Her gadgets. Then, there’s the bed. She squinted. ‘He’s bound to have a fully-furnished guest room at his place, right?’ But she’s fond of her pillows and blankets. She’s definitely taking them with her.
Other than those, she still had a number of miscellaneous stuff. Figurines. Display items. Hygiene products. Kitchen utensils. Ugh. ‘Let’s not bring the kitchen utensils.’ Her favorite mug would do. How about her appliances? She might be able to afford her own place later on.
Well, with the amount of her inheritance, she could definitely buy a lot of new things. She rolled her eyes at the mess in her apartment. ‘Let’s not bring a lot of them.’ She’d tell the landlord he could take everything she left behind. She’s got four boxes. Three. And then two more. A total of nine boxes would be transported to her new home.
Hmm, how long would she remain there? He only mentioned receiving allowance from him for a month. He didn’t say anything about moving out.
She’d ask him later. Time to move in.
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