Sex with the CEO: A Billionaire Romance (The Midnight Collection Book 1) by Kassandra Cross Page A
Authors: Kassandra Cross
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I have a pretty good idea,” she whispered.
“Midnight tonight,” he said and she could tell he was smiling, “Meet me in Conference Room C…”
“Midnight?” she gasped, “Isn’t that a little late?”
“I work late,” he said, “And I’d like you with me.”
The line clicked off. He had hung up and left her there with that. Annabel jumped out of her chair and ran her hands through her hair. He wants to meet me in the conference room at midnight , she started to pace, her heart racing and her skin hot. He’s trouble, you can’t go … She started to tell herself, but then she looked across the room and knew that there was no way she could say no. He wasn’t going to give up and she realised now more than ever, especially after hearing about Joy, that she didn’t want him to. Somehow, with all he had annoyed her and pestered her and decided she was going to be his, he had still managed to charm her and make her want to be in that position. She heard his voice in her head, I always get what I want … and it sent a shiver down her spine.
Chapter Eleven
Jed Marshall stuck his head into Annabel’s office not long after five pm.
“You still here?” he smiled.
“Yes,” Annabel nodded, “I’m going to work late tonight.”
“Are we behind with any of our reports this quarter?” his smiled curled into a concerned frown.
“Oh, no,” Annabel laughed, “I just need to get ahead, I have a few medical appointments next week and I don’t want to get caught short if they run over.”
“Nice and organised,” Jed beamed, “You’re a good egg,” he waved and called over his shoulder “Good night.”
Annabel had never understood that phrase, a good egg… it was the sort of thing she hated hearing. It made her feel belittled and normally she would have annoyed herself by thinking about it but at this particular moment in time all she had on her mind was Dexter and the fact that she was supposed to be meeting him for her “one to one” in seven hours time. She looked up at the clock and tapped her toe against the leg of her desk. She knew she couldn’t sit waiting for that long. The anticipation was going to drive her mad. She rose from her chair and went to the door. Out in the corridor the cleaners were beginning their rounds and one of them smiled at her as she looked out briefly before going back into her office and closing the door. Even though she wanted to leave, there was a huge part of her that just didn’t dare. She couldn’t deny that she wanted this man and he turned her on and pushed her buttons in all the right ways, he was a challenge, but one she now knew she was up to. She had already spurned his advances several times and now she was here, working alongside him, she knew that it was only going to go one way. She heard the cleaners buzzing up and down the corridor with the hoover and she sat back on her chair, opened her handbag and took out her compact. She looked at herself in the tiny mirror and surveyed her skin. Even after a full day’s work she still looked good. She had been blessed with a good complexion from her grandmother and her alabaster skin had a lovely glow to it, she almost looked as if she had been painted like a china doll. Annabel looked up to the clock and realised she was going to be watching it for some time. So before she drove herself crazy she got up, cautiously opened her office door and made her way down to the café.
The hours passed painfully slow. Annabel flicked through magazines, snacked on veggie sticks and drank a glass of water. There was something about the anticipation that prevented her from having a real meal or daring to drink
“Midnight tonight,” he said and she could tell he was smiling, “Meet me in Conference Room C…”
“Midnight?” she gasped, “Isn’t that a little late?”
“I work late,” he said, “And I’d like you with me.”
The line clicked off. He had hung up and left her there with that. Annabel jumped out of her chair and ran her hands through her hair. He wants to meet me in the conference room at midnight , she started to pace, her heart racing and her skin hot. He’s trouble, you can’t go … She started to tell herself, but then she looked across the room and knew that there was no way she could say no. He wasn’t going to give up and she realised now more than ever, especially after hearing about Joy, that she didn’t want him to. Somehow, with all he had annoyed her and pestered her and decided she was going to be his, he had still managed to charm her and make her want to be in that position. She heard his voice in her head, I always get what I want … and it sent a shiver down her spine.
Chapter Eleven
Jed Marshall stuck his head into Annabel’s office not long after five pm.
“You still here?” he smiled.
“Yes,” Annabel nodded, “I’m going to work late tonight.”
“Are we behind with any of our reports this quarter?” his smiled curled into a concerned frown.
“Oh, no,” Annabel laughed, “I just need to get ahead, I have a few medical appointments next week and I don’t want to get caught short if they run over.”
“Nice and organised,” Jed beamed, “You’re a good egg,” he waved and called over his shoulder “Good night.”
Annabel had never understood that phrase, a good egg… it was the sort of thing she hated hearing. It made her feel belittled and normally she would have annoyed herself by thinking about it but at this particular moment in time all she had on her mind was Dexter and the fact that she was supposed to be meeting him for her “one to one” in seven hours time. She looked up at the clock and tapped her toe against the leg of her desk. She knew she couldn’t sit waiting for that long. The anticipation was going to drive her mad. She rose from her chair and went to the door. Out in the corridor the cleaners were beginning their rounds and one of them smiled at her as she looked out briefly before going back into her office and closing the door. Even though she wanted to leave, there was a huge part of her that just didn’t dare. She couldn’t deny that she wanted this man and he turned her on and pushed her buttons in all the right ways, he was a challenge, but one she now knew she was up to. She had already spurned his advances several times and now she was here, working alongside him, she knew that it was only going to go one way. She heard the cleaners buzzing up and down the corridor with the hoover and she sat back on her chair, opened her handbag and took out her compact. She looked at herself in the tiny mirror and surveyed her skin. Even after a full day’s work she still looked good. She had been blessed with a good complexion from her grandmother and her alabaster skin had a lovely glow to it, she almost looked as if she had been painted like a china doll. Annabel looked up to the clock and realised she was going to be watching it for some time. So before she drove herself crazy she got up, cautiously opened her office door and made her way down to the café.
The hours passed painfully slow. Annabel flicked through magazines, snacked on veggie sticks and drank a glass of water. There was something about the anticipation that prevented her from having a real meal or daring to drink
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