We walked into the house and it was warm. I smelled so many things, my mouth was salivating. I took off my heels and walked to the kitchen. I saw that they made so many things.
"What's this?" I pointed at a pot of something.
"French onion soup gratinee."
"Sounds good."
"We haven't started on the dessert, would you like to help?"
"Yeah." Nick came up behind me and agreed with me. I made some pie and some cute little cookies and Nick iced it. We set those aside and set up the table. Nick disappeared and came back with a wine bottle. He uncorked it and poured into our glasses. Everyone sat down and took a sip. "Wow good."
The whole night we ate and laughed, like we were a family.
We walked into the bedroom.
"Nick."
"Hmm."
"What you said back inside the conference room."
"About?"
"About you haven't slept with me, did you sleep with your last assistant."
"Honestly, I have, but I slept with kind of all of them, until you came along."
"What you don't think I'm down to get in bed with you?"
"I think you want to keep it strictly professional."
"I mean yeah, doesn't mean I can't be in a bed with you."
"Fine, what do you want me to do?"
"Sleep in bed with me, not like sex, it's the twenty first century."
"Alright."He unbuttoned his shirt and hung it. I took off my crop top and put on a t-shirt. I grabbed a pair of booty shorts and took off my skirt and slid on the shorts. I curled up in the bed and he was walking around shirtless. "What are you doing?"
"...looking for something." "You know what it's fine." He takes off his pants and I get flashed.
"HOLY FUCK!" He looks down. I shut my eyes.
"Yeah that's what I was looking for."
"YOUR PENIS?"
"No underpants." I pointed at the sock drawer.
"There should be some in there." I kept my eyes shut. After a couple of seconds he gets in the bed. I leaned on the edge.
"I hid my dick, if that's what you're worried of touching."
"Mmm." I muttered. He scoffed.
"You are one of a kind Cassie." I smiled. Throughout the night I got closer to him. At one point my arm was around him. He got closer to me.
**Next morning**
I woke up and my arm was rested on him. I slowly tried to get it off but he grabbed it and muttered something. So I stayed. I didn't move. I just felt him, it was perfect.
"Cassie." He whispered.
"Yeah."
"You're perfect." He whispered. I blushed.
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Architecturally not love...I think
RomanceA London Billionaire that is a big name in the architect world hires a couple girls to do be his slaves or at least that's what Cassandra thinks. She doesn't like her boss. But who said she doesn't love him.
