An Affair With The Ceo (Natasha and Jared) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Meeting the Boss

Chapter 5 Meeting the Boss

“What the hell did you do?” Frank glared at her, his eyes practically bugging out of his head.

The new CEO had summoned her by name. It was a massive shock to everyone on the floor, especially her direct supervisor, Frank.

“I don’t know.” Natasha blinked, playing the innocent card.

Her palms were slick with nervous sweat, and her heart hammered wildly against her ribs.

‘Jesus, the more I try to hide from him, the faster he tracks me down, she thought frantically.

“Listen to me,” Frank hissed, his tone vicious. “Whatever colossal fuck up this is, it is on you. Do not drag me down with your sinking ship, got it?”

Frank was Roxanne’s corporate lapdog.

For the two years Natasha had worked under him, he had made it his personal mission to make her life a living hell, acting entirely on Roxanne’s orders.

Now, on the very first day the big boss stepped foot in the building, he was bypassing management to drag Natasha up to the penthouse.

To Frank, this obviously meant Natasha had royally screwed up and pissed off the CEO.

If she got fired, Frank could report back to Roxanne and finally collect his brownie points.

His entire agenda was to bait Natasha into a fireable offense.

But Natasha had been flawless for two solid years, leaving zero paper trail of mistakes.

Frank had been stressing over how to frame her, so he was practically foaming at the mouth with joy that she had apparently dug her own grave.

The bigger the disaster, the happier Roxanne would be. He just needed to cover his own ass first.

“Got it, Mr. Hammers,” Natasha muttered, keeping her eyes glued to the floor.

She turned to walk away, but Frank’s heavy hand snatched her arm.

He leaned in, his hot, sour breath invading her personal space. “Remember, if you dare open your mouth and spout bullshit to the CEO, I will make sure you never work in this city again.”

Natasha shot him a look of pure disgust. ‘As if my life under your thumb hasn’t already been a total nightmare.”

Frank’s constant workplace bullying was just a Tuesday for her.

He was obviously sweating bullets, terrified she was going upstairs to tattle on his toxic management.

He was completely flattering himself. She had much more intimate, pressing business to confirm with the CEO.

A slimy middle manager like Frank didn’t even register on her radar.

Natasha rolled her eyes, yanked her arm out of his sweaty grip, and strutted straight toward the elevators.

The express elevator shot her straight to the top floor, the billionaire’s exclusive domain.

In her two years at the firm, Natasha hadn’t been allowed past the twelfth floor.

The executive secretary escorted her to a set of heavy, imposing double doors and gave a crisp knock.

“Come in.” The words rumbled through the heavy wood, deep and thick with authority.

Natasha blew out a shaky breath, fluttering the bangs on her forehead. She swallowed hard, forced her spine straight, and pushed the door open.

The corner office was a stark, intimidating blend of matte black and icy white. The harsh lines screamed dominance and ruthless control.

Natasha instantly locked onto the massive, broad-shouldered man sitting behind the sprawling desk.

He was looking down, flipping through a file. She couldn’t see his face, but the raw, masculine energy rolling off his body made her skin prickle.

It was dangerously familiar.

Yet he completely ignored her, not even bothering to look up from his paperwork as she stood there waiting.

Unbidden, a rush of filthy memories flooded Natasha’s brain, making her core clench. ‘That afternoon in his exam room… the way his large, rough hands felt as they parted my thighs… the searing heat of his fingers probing deep inside me…’

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Chapter 5 Meeting the Boss

Caught in a haze of sudden arousal, she abruptly felt the heavy, scorching weight of a predator’s gaze sliding over her/

curves.

Natasha gasped and snapped back to reality. Jared had finally lifted his head. His ravenous eyes had clearly been tracking her every movement, stripping her bare from across the room.

Their eyes locked.

In a split second, an intense, suffocating wave of pure sexual dominance slammed into her, making her pulse race all over

again.

“Surprised to see me?” Jared smirked. It was a knowing, cryptic expression, but the amusement never reached his cold

eyes.

A nervous pulse throbbed at Natasha’s temple.

Her voice trembled as she stammered out an excuse. “Sorry, sir. You just caught me off guard. I didn’t mean to stare.”

Jared arched a single brow. His gaze darkened with interest. “Does that mean you have a thing for me, Ms. Whittier?”

“No way. I’m just a regular employee. I wouldn’t dare think about you like that. It’s strictly professional respect,” Natasha blurted out in total panic.

Jared was fiercely intimidating. He radiated a raw, aggressive energy that was impossible to ignore.

His piercing blue eyes locked onto her, studying her in utter silence. He looked exactly like an apex predator calmly sizing up a fresh meal.

After what felt like a lifetime, he finally broke the heavy tension with a slow drawl. “Feeling any better?”

Natasha froze completely. Meeting his gaze made her heart violently skip a beat.

Her mind raced as she connected the dots, ‘He just admitted it.’

That confirmed the man who examined her bare body in the clinic the other day was actually him.

“A little,” she managed to squeak out. Her cheeks burned with a deep, embarrassed flush.

She couldn’t bring herself to look at him anymore.

Jared offered a deeply suggestive reminder. “Your condition isn’t exactly a quick fix. Whenever you have needs, come find me.”

A visible shiver wrecked through Natasha’s body.

Her inner monologue went wild with dirty possibilities, ‘Whenever I have needs? Does he mean he’ll actually fuck me when the craving hits?’

It wasn’t her fault her mind went straight to the gutter.

From the very second she laid eyes on Jared, her pussy had reacted on pure instinct.

Being locked in his office with him was only making her core clench and drip with slick wetness.

Panic set in as she realized what was happening to her body, ‘Shit. My hypersexuality is acting up again.”

“Thanks for checking in, sir. If that’s all, I really need to get back to work.” Natasha squeezed her thighs tightly together, rushing the words out.

She refused to lose her composure and beg for his cock right here.

Right now, she desperately needed to find a bathroom stall and finger herself to take care of this unbearable ache.

Without waiting for a reply, she practically sprinted toward the door,

“Did I say you could leave?” Jared’s authoritative voice rumbled from behind her.

Natasha stopped dead in her tracks. She turned back with breathless anxiety. “Is there something else, Mr. Rundell?”

Jared’s scorching gaze dragged slowly over her curves. Suddenly, he rose from his leather executive chair and closed the distance between them.

His movements were slow and deliberate.

He was ridiculously tall and broad-shouldered, tapering down to a narrow waist. His tailored black suit pants clung to thick, muscular thighs.

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