CEO AND WIDOW 2 CHILDREN

Let me be a woman

"Trust me Clara, the last thing I feel when I see you is .... Pity" said Christian

His tongue played my tongue, his grip almost made my face hurt.

I was forced to get closer to Christian, and at that moment I felt something starting to harden.

All the parts inside my body are starting to feel it. Something came up inside me, and I started to kiss her back.

I kissed her with all the strength and taste I had. Oh my God, it feels so good . . . Erotic and long awaited.

Christian pulled his face and looked at me while holding my face, his breathing gasping for breath. "What's that kiss, Anderson?"

I looked at him as my chest went up and down.

"it's not the old man's kiss." Christian was still holding my face and started kissing my lips again "it was a passionate kiss" Christian whispered. Christian is still kissing and licking my lips.

"what's getting excited, Clara?" ask Christian

Not passionate anymore, more than that, I said in my heart

I put my hand behind Christian's head and pulled him closer to me. I kissed her again. More urgent, more urgent.

All bets are cancelled.

I don't want to be a pathetic widow anymore. . . Just for tonight, I want to be a woman.

Christian's hands began to touch my breasts, and I concentrated again.

What have I done?

I backed away from Christian in a hurry.

"what's up? Is something wrong?" asked Christian while panting.

I held my temple as I tried to hold back my passion. "can you stop it?"

"stop what?"

"I'm not interested in you, Christian. I will never be interested in you. Back off" whispered furiously.

Christian scrunched his face in disbelief. "what?"

"you heard me."

"i can sense that you're also interested in me, stop lying, Anderson."

"you're having delusions" I snapped

"you want me, admit it" said Christian.

Christian approaches me again, but I stay away from him, far from his reach. "leave me alone, Christian!"

"come back to me" Christian ordered.

"just go there!"

Return to me . . . I wish so.

I walked through the lobby with a full mission.

Mission away from Christian Miles.

Christian is like a seductive devil.

The next day ~

I sat in a crowded auditorium. People are listening to mind-set material and keeping an active journal.

But not me, because I can't concentrate at all.

Christian is circling this room. Help people when they ask for advice and encourage them.

Christian wears a navy suit and cream shirt with a yellow-gray tie. He just took off his suit and kept it in the chair. And every muscle in my body sighed.

his cream shirt is rolled up in the arm, showing a muscular forearm and a broad chest.

I can see it from behind now. Solid and contains. . . Her hair was black and slightly wavy. His skin is slightly brownish and matching the same color of his eyes brown.ga I should have seen it like this.

But I can't help it. I can't help myself to see it. Every cell in my body wants Christian.

Christian is the perfect male specimen.

I don't like Christian, but . . . The only thing I thought about was the moment both of her. It's not me Clara. I'm not the kind of woman who thinks v*ginanya

Slowly, Christian crouched down beside me. "do you need help, Clara?" christian Whisper.

My breath choked as I stared at his big brown eyes.

shit, yeah I need it.

"i don't need help." I replied in a whisper, "thank you"

Christian and I stared long enough. Can Christian feel what I feel?

"have you come to the wine tour this afternoon?" ask Christian.

I nodded my head too. Can't say anything.

Christian smiled sweetly, "till see you later." Christianpun went to the other participants.

I shook my head because I was sick of thinking about it.

nay!

Christian Miles is a forbidden thing.

Stopit! whatever you think, stop it now.

Some time later ~

my cheek hurts from laughing too much.

This is the sixth wine.

who would have thought this conference was so fun. I didn't imagine this at all before.

My eyes were fixed on the one person sitting at the bar. . . Christian.

Our group will go to the wine making place.

but not with me. I went to him at the bar. "is this seat empty?" much

His eyes looked at me and there was a slight smile on his lips. "empty, please sit down"

I sat next to Christian at the bar, and the waiter walked up to me. "want to drink what?" tanyakanya.

"i want another glass of champagne" replied clara

"well." then the waiter asked Christian "a glass of scotch again?"

"yes I can" answered Christian. "you're using your time, Anderson."

"meaning?"

Christian glanced at his luxury watch "it's 10 p.m. You took a lot of time to sit next to me right now."

"when it's late and it's late, I go and lose it." I teased him, I stood up.

"sit." Christian grinned, "you're lucky tonight's a quiet night."

The bartender put the champagne in front of me. A toast to Emernay.

Christian and I looked at each other.

Christian looked at me, he was drinking his scotch. "you should probably stop looking at me like that."

"like what?" ask Clara

"like you want to eat me."

my heart thumped. "it was very presumptuous, Mr. Christian."

"call me Chris or Tian."

I bit my inner cheek to hold myself back so I wouldn't smile. I love this game. "I'll call you whatever I want." I replied.

"what makes you think I'm gonna eat you?" my many.

christian's gaze turned to my lips. "the color I want to eat you too. My attitude to avenge it."

I laughed at his bravery. "sadly, I don't have manners."

Slowly, Christian raised his glass and smiled as he put the glass on his lips. "So... This martyr always works for you?"

"how am I a martyr?" much

"well. . ." Christian shrugged his shoulders, "you always said you weren't interested in me. But . . ."

"But what?" I whispered

"but I can feel it." murmured Christian, "I can feel your body calling to me."

We stared as the air left my lungs.

"every time we're close, I can feel our bodies talking to each other, don't tell me you don't feel it. Because I know, you feel it too." whispered Christian.

We stared at each other for a long time.

"are you going to give him what he wants?" Christian took the glass again

I lowered my head, shaken by her sixth sense.

"sadly, I can't."

"why can't you?" Ask Christian.

"karna, you're not someone I ..."

"like?" Christian asked, though,

I hold back from not answering.

"Silence, Anderson. You're not someone I like either. Don't be so ge-er."

I smiled with a calm feeling because of Christian's reply.