The CEO's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 25

　　What the hell was going on here?

　　Evelyn watched Roman put the steaks on the grill from her seat at the kitchen island. He was cooking for her. Fucking cooking for her. Who was this man?

　　He had been like this for hours. Talking to her, filling her wine glass, being so attentive that it was easy to forget who she was dealing with.

　　Was he really starting afresh now with the new contract as he had said? But even if he was, this couldn’t be good for her health. Because this was everything she had dreamed of, hoped for, since the day she had signed the contract. He was blurring the lines and smashing through all the boundaries he had set before and she knew she was going to get hurt.

　　Because even though his attitude had changed, it didn’t change the fact that he was paying for her company.

　　“Do you need me to explain anything to you?” Roman asked as he turned away from the cooker and went to the sink to wash his hands.

　　Her eyes strayed to the bathrobe he was wearing. Though it was long and covered everything, she couldn’t help thinking about what was underneath. He was completely naked.

　　He’d been naked in the hot tub and had remained that way after they had come out and dried themselves. No, she hadn’t dried herself. When she had been ready to come out after that torturous time looking at his beautiful, naked body, Roman had made her remove her wet bathing suit. And then he had gone on to dry every part of her body before he had put her bathrobe on her. Every single part.

　　She bit her lip as she watched him dry his hands.

　　He knew what he was doing to her. He always knew. She couldn’t hide it if she tried.

　　“Evelyn.”

　　She looked up and realised he’d still been talking.

　　“Hm?”

　　Roman’s lips did something they rarely did. They turned up into a smile, and it reached his eyes. She had never seen him smile as much as he had that afternoon.

　　“I asked if you need any help. You have to understand everything about this contract before you sign it.”

　　“I’m fine,” she answered, looking back at the stacks of paperwork in front of her.

　　She wasn’t though. Roman had been distracting her. All she had understood so far were the things they had discussed the last time he had been here. He was really going to come and see her every Thursday.

　　Would all Thursdays be like this? Roman had kissed her several times but he hadn’t even touched her. Before she had decided to leave him, she had wanted days like this. Just talking and hanging out. But was sex off the table on Thursdays? He hadn’t mentioned that.

　　She mentally kicked herself for even wondering about it. Why did that matter? She was leaving him in...

　　She flicked the pages until she came to the part about termination.

　　Four weeks. She was leaving him in four weeks. Because she would give him her notice the moment she signed this thing.

　　“You’ve skipped too many pages. Read it, Evelyn,” Roman said as he topped up her wine glass.

　　She’d lost count of how many she’d had. It was probably the wrong time to be signing anything, considering the things she had missed when she had signed the first contract when she’d been stone-cold sober.

　　“I’m reading,” she mumbled, and then she made the mistake of looking up at him.

　　He was so close. She could feel the heat from his body, and all he had to do was lower his head a little to kiss her. Would he do it? There was heat in his eyes as they lowered to her lips; so much heat that she could actually feel it like he was touching her. She couldn’t help biting them again.

　　But Roman turned away and went back to the cooker to check on the steaks. She felt bereft. He’d turned her into this. He’d made her dependant on his touch, on his kisses, on the hot sex he gave her every single time. She’d turned into a nympho.

　　It would be very difficult to replace Roman once she left him. She had come to that realisation after spending a few more nights in Brendan’s spare room and stewing over what Roman had done. But Brendan and men like him would be her lot in life. She would enjoy the fuck out of Roman until their very last night together, even if he was a controlling, cold bastard. She was resourceful; she would find a way to explain how her fees were paid and how she would afford to buy a house for her parents.