Love from My Dominant Boss

I was past the age of blindly pursuing love, but my parents wished to see me get married, and I could not bear to let them down. I wanted to settle down with a good man too.

I had wasted seven years of my youth on Justin, and I could not afford to squander my remaining youth. My ex-classmates were all married with kids. Even Natalie had found herself a boyfriend, so I was the only singleton left. Sometimes, when I was feeling down, I realized I had no one to confide in. That made me feel like I was the loneliest person on earth.

I did not have the wishful dream of being swept off my feet by a prince charming. All I wanted was a reliable man who could spare me a listening ear when I needed one.

I decided I had to find the opportunity to discuss this issue with Michael. Although he had proposed an open relationship with me, I had no plans to stay in such a relationship for long.

Just as my mind was wandering, the sound of running water stopped, and Michael walked out of the bathroom.

He was topless and only had a towel wrapped around his waist, his sculptured chest in full view.

He had water droplets on his tanned chest, and his hair was dripping wet too. He looked wild and sexy.

Much as I had a conservative upbringing, I could not help but stare at this alluring sight.

I had to admit Michael was a gem, both in terms of looks and built. Countless women in Avenport would be delighted to sleep with him.

He was drying his hair with a towel, and he had this gift of making every little move mesmerizing.

He walked toward me and threw the towel he was using next to me.

He had a sly smile on his face. He bent down and whispered flirtatiously in my ear, “You no longer hide the fact that you are ogling at my body, do you, Anna?”

heart skip a

that body of yours multiple times, so what

by myself. Although I was conservative, I had a sharp tongue and would not lose out in an argument. I could not

froze momentarily, but his wicked

should get our needs met. If you wish to, I can

out his hand to remove the

and instinctively covered my eyes

He really would do or say anything

hid away for a while but sensing something

was looking mockingly at

me, Michael!” I glared at him. I never

at dirty talking. You are like a dead fish when it comes to the real act. You could not even manage to

to embarrassment the moment he

I was crude-mouthed with him, hoping that the promiscuous impression

to see through that tough act

was offended by the dead fish

seen a dead fish with such a beautiful

are really impressive then! Imagine being turned on by a dead fish!” I

but

a lot to make you an expert, but I am impressive in my sexual skills, so you will also blossom under