Chapter 7 What Now? Beau


    Disorientation and pleasant tiredness was the first thing she felt when she woke up. Second, soreness


    and creamy wetness between her thighs. The activities they had indulged in all morning drained her.


    The man was insatiable.


    Beau was d he was nowhere to found at the moment. She needed time for herself. And she needed


    to think. Desperately.


    Gingerly, her body moved to the edge of the bed. She had found out from their previous encounter a


    soothing warm bath could cure the twinge of difort in her genitals.


    Walking on wobbly legs, with the satin nket wrapped around her, she made it to the spacious


    bathroom.


    Looking around her, her lips twisted in anxiety.


    He must have used this backroom with his past conquests. Now, she was one of them.


    To hell with it. She was going to enjoy this as much as she can.


    Deep grateful moans filled the room whilst she gingerly sank in the warm water. The scent of the bath


    salts calmed her. She closed her eyes, content for the moment.


    "That''s what I want to hear night and day, detka." Came his deep sensual voice.


    She cursed. So much for peace and quiet. He came to invade her personal space.


    Her gaze found his tempting form at the close door. His gray-green eyes gleamed with heated interest.


    "Nope. Not happening again, Dominic. I am too sore and hungry. And I have to work." He chuckled


    darkly, sending a shiver down her spine. Damn him!


    He set some shopping bags on the floor, eyes holding her, he pushed his shoulder from the frame and


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    approaching his prey, he closed the distance between them.


    She drew in a sharp breath, barely breathing, she watched, mesmerized by his rough fingers tracing


    the top of her slick breasts.


    "Beautiful," he murmured. "But we will continue tonight. I have to feed, my baby. I will wait in my office,


    angel." Dominic bussed her forehead, bowed then left her hot and bothered.


    Arg! Damn him. The peaceful ambiance she was routing for was lost.


    She methodically washed her body, pissed at the goosebumps on her skin. This can not happen all the


    time. One look, one touch from him and her bodye alive.


    To give him that much power over her was foolish.


    Drying her body on a fluffy warm towel, she nced around the elegant bathroom, her eyes fell on the


    elegant bags on the bathroom floor. Her pride pricked.


    What the hell!?


    So, he thought that fucking her several times, which made her his newest ything, he was obligated


    to shower her with expensive gifts?


    Beau was aghast and fuming.


    She admitted she was irrevocably attracted to him and she was looking forward to an affair, however, it


    will be on her own terms. Not his. She will be the one to walk away when it was over and not him.


    His gifts were a one-time thing only since she does not have anything else to wear and she was not


    about to cut her nose to spite her face. The next time he dangled his riches in front of her, she will


    shove it where the sun does not shine.


    See if she doesn''t!


    Jesus! A top and skirt for $3000? And a pair of Manolo hnik''s? She thought in disgust. Though she


    has a footwear collection, she brought them herself. She bought expensive stuff but she never went


    overboard.


    Beau continued to ramage through the bags when it finally dawned on her. Where the hell were the


    undies? It was a good thing the top has cups sewn on them or her pair of beauties will be visible from


    the fine muslin silver cloth. She cursed Dominic''s perverted tendencies.


    Cursing perverts and assholes under her breath, she began to dress. Her stomach grumbled which


    reminding her she skipped lunch. Again, his fault.


    She was resigned to face him and be done with it then start working. That was the main reason she


    was here.


    She found her obsession. His head bent over some documents, signing whatever it was in front of him.


    She cleared her throat.


    The way it affected and distracted her upon gaining his undivided attention and the way he looked at


    her was damning. Her mouth dried and she was at a loss for words.


    In an instant, he was beside her. He led her to the conference table filled with food. Shit! Her tummy


    rumbled.


    Instead of letting her upy the sit to his left, he sat her on hisp. She squirmed. This was no good.


    "Detka, sit still. I want to feed you. I won''t be able to do it if you grind on my cock," his hot breath tickled


    her nape. She gritted her teeth to stop her reaction.


    "I was not trying to grind on you, Dominic. I was trying to get up." She hissed. He chuckled. Why was


    he amused by her anger?


    She rolled her eyes. Whatever. She will be gone in a few hours.


    "Open your mouth, moya Lyubov." Damn him and his Russian tongue.


    She opened her mouth and he fed her a piece of delicious steak, steamed vegetables, and mashed


    potatoes. He made sure she tasted a little bit of everything at the table until she couldn''t take it


    anymore.


    "I''m full." He hummed. Then kiss her forehead, showing his contentment at her state. "You didn''t eat."


    She used him.


    "I ate while you were sleeping. We will eat together at dinner." He announced casually. No used


    protesting. He will do it anyway.


    "Well, thank you for the lunch, boss." Beau was mellower because she ate her fill. She couldn''t help her


    smile at his scowl.


    Leaning in to kiss him softly and thank him, he deepened it instead, leaving both of them hungry for


    more.


    "I have work, Dominic." She murmured on his fleshy lips.


    "Later then. Don''t overwork, detka. I mean it." He looked so dictatorial, it irritated her.


    So why does she always give in?


    "Ok. I will try to." She pecked his lips once more.


    "I''ll bring you to your office before I am tempted to take you again." He said it so casually, she knew he


    will do it in a heartbeat.


    She rolled her eyes. "You are insatiable." She answered in annoyance at his tant possessiveness.


    "Only for you, my detka." He answered seriously.


    Right.


    ***


    Holy shit! This was a fucking mess.


    She loved challenges and this may be worth her time after all. An hour into the books and correct


    statistics eluded her.


    If they were talking about numbers, there should be patterns and connections especially if there were


    names and lots of money involved.


    Ok. She should start in 2008 and apply her own form.


    Total revenue for 2008 than 2009, after that 2010...


    Now for the expenses...So weird but it was where the fun began. The reports led her toplicated


    puzzles and mazes but she was damn good at it.


    Knowing what to find, she started to analyze ie statements, bnce sheets, and statements of


    cash flows. Fuck! This was brilliant.


    It was indeed a needle in the haystack. No wonder Daniel couldn''t find it.


    Two hours passed and it was not funny anymore. She was on the statement of ount for 2014 and


    the answer smacked her clear on the face. Clever bastards.