Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 137

kuwa quare Wine a versory glance, his the commanding fingers setting down the silverware as a wry

played on hips. You want me to have a proper meal, huh?”

avana, s doe–eyed expression was one of confusion. “Um, yeah”

“Then wait up and come over here” he said, his eyes brooding

Whites did not quite catch his drift but obediently sped up her dinner. Wiping her hands, she rose and approached hims

Ludwik casualty picked up a dossier. “You read, and I’ll eat.”

Seriously Whitney was incredulous. He was making her dictate the contents, clearly exploiting her labor.

She protested. “Mr. President, I’m your VF not your secretary. It’s her job to assist with the documents!”

you

How about a promotion then? VP and secretary. I’ll use you however I see fit, alright?” His words carried an underlying intent

Whitney blushed at the double entendre, choosing not to argue further. Resigned, she took the dossier, gritting her teeth. “Then you better eat properly.”

After a quick scan, she stood beside him, the hem of her pencil skirt grazing his crisp suit trousers, a hint of intimacy in the air.

Ludwik’s gaze swept over her beautiful legs. Even in flat shoes, Whitney’s professional attire was alluring..

Noticing the deepening interest in his eyes, she began reading the document.

as he focused on his meal.

his large desk, picked up

a clue to

I’ll find out your name?” She challenged. “Since I joined your company yesterday, there’s been no trace of your information, not

reclined on the couch, eyeing her with a mischievous glint, remaining silent.

He wore a mask even in the company, which was unexpected. The staff did not dare gossip;

Whitney wondered if he had worn masks before. His close

pulled her onto his lap, their

said at Alpine Springs Resort that I should get to know you as a person, not by

our agreement, have you fallen for me?” His voice was a

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ear.

off guard by his question, Whitney’s heartbeat raced uncontrollably.

slid

dangerously low, “Have you fallen for me?”

aflame. She needed time to

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curled into a knowing smirk, and he pulled her closer, sealing her lips with a forceful kiss. If you haven’t fallen for me, I can’t tell you who I am. But,

with questions. Why did she

up, he tossed another dossier onto

your power, Whitney accused, her

brushed her swollen lips, his eyes betraying a hint of fatigue. “Go on, I need a

part of your life and company, I’ll do my best to help. You won’t have to struggle alone

seemed to weigh heavily on

low and serious as he said, “Remember your promise today. Under no circumstances can you abandon me, or you can’t

to exploit you but

beat. He wanted

composure, teasingly tapping her nose. “Are we going to keep flirting, or