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?”

sensuous voice made my heart skip a beat. I hurriedly turned

that body of yours multiple times, so what

I had a sharp tongue and would not lose out

froze momentarily, but his wicked smile resurfaced in no

needs met. If you wish to, I can let

stood up straight and stretched out his hand to remove the

let out a small scream and instinctively

do or say anything and

but sensing something was amiss, I

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

dare you fool me, Michael!” I glared at him. I never knew an intimidating monster like him had this mischievous

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

turned to embarrassment the moment he said

promiscuous impression would turn him

not expect him to see through that

I was offended by the dead fish comparison he

bet you had never seen a dead

Imagine being turned on by a dead fish!” I mocked him in

not skillful in bed, but

an expert, but I