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.

interjected as he focused on his meal.

following document for his signature, she walked over to his large desk, picked up an expensive pen,

a clue to his name, only to find it was

you sign it like that on purpose? Are you afraid I’ll find out your name?” She challenged. “Since I joined your company yesterday, there’s been no trace of your information, not even a nameplate on your office door. Did you arrange

couch, eyeing her

controlling demeanor frustrated Whitney. She pressed, “Aren’t you going to reveal your identity to me?” He wore a mask even in the company, which was

Whitney wondered if he had worn masks before. His close associates seemed

pondered, Ludwik pulled her onto his lap, their eyes

I should get to know you as a person, not

know, then by our agreement, have you fallen for me?” His voice

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ear.

his question, Whitney’s heartbeat raced uncontrollably.

slid to her waist, then to

voice was dangerously low, “Have you fallen for me?”

denied, her face aflame. She needed time

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with a forceful kiss. If you haven’t fallen for

swept away again, her mind racing with questions. Why did she have to fall for

his kiss, her body going limp. Just as she tried to get up, he tossed another dossier onto her lap, leaning back lazily. “Keep reading, you’re working for me this afternoon.”

your power, Whitney accused, her voice tight.

betraying a hint of fatigue. “Go on,

support. “L, whoever you are, now that I’m part of your life

weigh heavily on him.

and serious as he

into the company to exploit you but to protect you. From now on, the people I need to

skipped a beat. He

regained composure, teasingly tapping her nose. “Are we going to keep flirting, or are we going to work?”