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?”

made my heart skip a beat. I hurriedly turned away from

played with that body of yours multiple times, so what is the big deal

was conservative, I had a sharp tongue and would not lose out

froze momentarily, but his wicked smile resurfaced

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

that, he stood up straight and stretched out his hand

a small scream and instinctively covered my eyes with

would do or say

a while but sensing something was amiss, I parted

around his waist, and he was looking mockingly at me. I realized he played

I glared at him. I never knew an intimidating

realized you are only good at dirty talking. You are like a dead fish when it comes to the real act.

anger turned to embarrassment the

promiscuous

him to see

was offended by the dead fish comparison he made

seen a dead fish with such a beautiful body as

really impressive then! Imagine being turned on by

in bed, but it was maddening to be called

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