Page 34 of Saved By the CEO

He steps back first.

Right. Yes. Excellent idea.

I pull my bra back into place and start trying to make myself look like a normal office worker again, which is hard to do when you’ve just had an orgasm on your boss’s desk.

Mr. Bennett walks over to the small cabinet by the wall. I watch him pull out a box of tissues, which he places beside me without comment.

I take one and try to fix my makeup using the reflection in the black screen of his computer. Once I’m done, I turn to him.

“Do I look normal?” I ask.

He looks at me.

“No.”

Great.

“Can you maybe lie?”

He ignores me and picks up his suit jacket from the back of his chair, shrugging it on like nothing happened. Like he wasn’t just standing between my legs with his mouth on my breast.

All business again.

He walks over to the office door and checks the lock.

Still locked.Thank God.

Imagine if Martha from HR had opened the door and found me half-naked on the CEO’s desk.

That thought is enough to make reality settle back in. Because this wasn’t like the hospital. There was no fever making everything immediate. No Dr. Shaw outside the door. No clinical room. No medical distance.

Just his office.

His desk.

Us.

And our new schedule.

“So,” I say after a few seconds of silence. “Do we put this in the calendar?”

His eyes narrow.

“I’m kidding.”

“No,” he says, voice firm. “Nothing in writing.”

I nod. “Probably shouldn’t send a meeting invite titled ‘RHV treatment with CEO.’”

He opens the door.

“I’ll block time if needed. Without details.”

NINE

The next week passes in a blur. I go on another date with Josh. Mr. Bennett fingers me in his office again.

I cannot believe this is my life now.