HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Bianca

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“You are funny,” I said, shaking my head at him. “And as your friend’s guardian, I’m telling you not to worry about it. It is fine, we can handle it.”

He didn’t answer that, just gave me a look that said the conversation was not actually over, even if he was letting it go for now. The gate had already rolled shut behind us, and the compound stretched out in front of the car, quiet as usual and wel lit, even the air here felt different, calmer somehow, like the whole place had been built to keep noise and worry outside it walls.

We entered the house and almost immediately one of the staff came forward to take my bag from my hand as I stepped down from the car. I held onto it for half a second longer than necessary, some instinct in me resisting the idea of being handed off like luggage, but I let it go in the end.

It felt awkward at first, the whole thing, having someone reach for my things before I had even said a word, but I reminded myself that I was in a different environment now, one with its own rules, and that fighting every small gesture would only make me look more out of place than I already felt.

As we walked closer to the entrance, I saw Felix standing in front of the building, his hands in his pockets, looking like he had just stepped out of a car of his own. The porch light caught him at an angle that made him look more put together than anyone had a right to look at that hour.

Our eyes met almost immediately, and I felt a strange shyness creep up my neck, “Hi Bianca,” he said, loudly, like the volume was somehow necessary, like he needed the whole compound to know he was greeting me.

“Good evening, Felix.” I said, increasing my steps as I walked past him and into the house. I didn’t bother turning to see what expression he wore, or whether Adrian had said anything to him as they crossed paths. I just kept walking, following the staff member who was already a few steps ahead, leading me further into the house.

True to what Adrian had said, the staff took care of me with everything I could possibly need that night. Towels appeared before I asked. Food arrived warm and exactly when my stomach started making noise.

Someone even laid out a fresh set of clothes I assumed Adrian must have arranged earlier, soft and the right size, which was a detail I decided not to examine too closely, because if I started asking how he knew my size I would probably not get any sleep that night.

I sat on the edge of the bed for a while after everyone had finished fussing over me, just looking around the room, half amused and half unsettled by how easily I had slipped into being taken care of like this.

I slept better than I expected to, given everything that had happened earlier that day with Max, with my sister, with whatever strange new information had just landed on me about Adrian and Emma being friends. My body simply gave up fighting it and let me rest, the kind of deep, dreamless sleep I hadn’t managed in weeks.

The next morning, Felix and the driver were already waiting outside when I came down, Felix gave me another loud greeting, and I gave him a much smaller one in return, climbing into the back seat before he could stretch the moment any longer than it needed to be.

I got to the office and the day rolled on the way office days usually did, full of small files that needed to be signed and emails to sort out. A few minutes before break, Amanda showed up in front of the office, peeking around like she expected to be ambushed.

“He’s not inside, you can come in,” I said loudly, without even looking up from my screen, already knowing exactly who she was checking for.

She laughed and walked in properly then, dropping into the chair across from my desk like she owned it.

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“Oh girl,” she said, dragging a hand over her face dramatically, “three day break and I feel so far away from you. Like we haven’t spoken in a whole year.”

“It’s been three days, Amanda.”

“Three very long days,” she insisted, and I couldn’t help laughing at her, because that was exactly the kind of nonsense I had

missed.

We went for lunch together, the two of us taking the same corner table we always took, and for a while it felt like nothing else existed outside that small bubble of gossip and complaints about other coworkers and her dramatic retelling of something that had happened at her.cousin’s wedding.

The rest of the day went by, meetings stacking on top of each other, reports needing one more look before they could be sent out, the office slowly emptying out as the evening crept in.

By the time most people had filed out for the day, the building had gone quiet, lights dimmed in some corridors, I was gathering my things near the boardroom when Adrian came out of his office, and I could immediately feel the change in the air.

He said something sharp that landed exactly where it was meant to land. I don’t even remember the exact words afterward only the way they hit, only the heat that rose up my neck in response.

I turned on him before I had fully decided to.

“Excuse me?” I said, stepping closer instead of away, my voice low and tight.

He didn’t back down, he stepped closer too, close enough that I could feel the warmth coming off him, I don’t know which one of us moved first. Maybe it didn’t matter. One second we were standing there glaring at each other in the empty hallway outside the boardroom, and the next his mouth was on mine, and mine was on his, and there was nothing slow or careful about it.

This time I didn’t pull back, it deepened fast, faster than anything that had happened between us before, his hands sliding into my hair like he had been waiting for permission he finally decided he didn’t need. My back hit the wall, the cool surface mixed with the heat building everywhere else, and I felt myself pulling him in instead of pushing him away, my fingers curling into his shirt like letting go was no longer an option I was interested in.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, the rational part of me that usually kept track of things like consequences and workplace boundaries tried to raise an alarm, but it got drowned out completely, buried under everything else happening at

once.

His mouth was insistent, demanding in a way that matched everything he was as a person, and I matched it right back, refusing to be the only one losing control in that hallway. The faint smell of his cologne, the warmth of his hand pressed against my waist, the way his name kept repeating itself somewhere in my head like a heartbeat, all of it blurred together until nothing outside that hallway mattered anymore.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard, chests rising and falling like we had just run somewhere instead of standing still. His forehead rested against mine for a second, his hands still tangled loosely in my hair, neither of us moving to step away just yet.

I could feel my own heartbeat everywhere, in my chest, in my throat, in my fingertips still pressed against his shirt.

He pulled back just enough to look at me properly, his eyes dark and unreadable in the dim hallway light, his breathing still

uneven

Tell me you don’t want more than this,” he said.

1 didn’t answer right away, my mind was too scattered to find words that made sense. “Adrian,” I said, finally, my voice barely above a whisper “You are my boss.”

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“I know,” he said, not moving an inch away from me, his eyes still fixed on mine.

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