Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32
After ten minutes, Ana walked out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her body. She walked slowly, more like sneaking into the room. She let out a relieved breath when she saw that Mr. Kings wasn’t in the bedroom.
Her eyes landed on the red nightdress on the bed. She walked over and lifted it; it was a bit longer than the one she had worn earlier. Then her eyes fell on the black thong beside it, and heat rushed through her body.
Did he buy me underwear? And when…
Her cheeks flushed.
“It’s my size,” she whispered to herself. “But how did he know?”
He took off the other one not long ago, hmm… her mind teased.
“But that doesn’t mean he knows my size,” Ana muttered with a frown.
I’m sure you know what size his c+k is, her mind mocked again.
“Ugh, whatever.”
She was just about to put on the dress when the door opened.
Ana froze, clutching the towel tighter around her chest. Mr. Kings stood at the doorway, one hand in his pocket, his eyes dark and steady on her. A small smirk curved his lips.
“You’re still not dressed?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
Ana’s heart skipped. “You could at least knock,” she snapped, trying to sound bold though her voice came out softer than she wanted.
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “Why?” he asked calmly, taking a few slow steps toward her. “It’s my room… and you’re in it.”
She swallowed, backing away until the edge of the bed touched the back of her knees. “Still, you can’t just—”
His gaze dropped to the red nightdress in her hand. “Put it on,” he said simply.
Ana blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Put it on,” he repeated, voice deep and steady, “unless you’d rather I do it for you.”
Her lips parted, but no words came out.. She could feel his stare burning into her skin, even through the towel.
“I… I can do it myself,” she finally managed, turning away from him.
He chuckled softly behind her, the sound low and dangerous. “I know you can, Ana. I just like watching you try.”
Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the nightdress.
She put on the nightdress and took a deep breath before turning around to face him.
“Done. Are you satisfied now?” she asked, her voice filled with stubbornness.
Mr. Kings smirked and placed his hand under her chin, tilting it up to make her look at him.
“You forgot something,” he said, a mischievous curve lifting the corner of his lips.
“There.” He nodded toward the black thong still lying on the bed, then reached for it.
“W–wait…” Ana stammered, her face flushing with both shock and embarrassment.
“I can definitely help you put this on,” he said as he knelt down in front of her.
Ana’s breath caught in her throat as she watched him slip the thong up her legs, his fingers brushing along her thighs before adjusting the fabric in place.
“Mmm… huh—” a sound escaped her lips before she could stop it.
She quickly covered her mouth with her hand and stepped away from him, her heart racing. God, this is crazy…
“You need to eat something,” Mr. Kings said, sliding his hands into his pockets, his gaze fixed on her.
Ana swallowed and gave a small nod, still confused by everything. Why am I here? she asked herself. *He’s my boss… right.
She followed him, expecting to head to the dining room—but instead, he led her to his study.
“Sit there,” Mr. Kings said, pointing to the chair behind his desk.
Ana obeyed, still dazed, and sat down. Moments later, he placed a mug of hot chocolate in front of her.
“Why are you doing all of this?” Ana asked quietly.
“Doing what?” he replied, calmly.
She sighed. “You’re my boss. I’m not supposed to be here with you… and all of this ,getting close,,it’s really…”
“It’s what?” Mr. Kings asked, raising an eyebrow.
Ana looked down, then back up at him. “Confusing.”
“Is it?” he asked, leaning forward and placing his hands on the desk. “It doesn’t look that way to me.”
Ana swallowed and closed her eyes for a brief second before meeting his gaze again.
They stared at each other in silence, the air between them pulsing with heat, tension thick like smoke. Only their breaths filled the room—slow, shallow, charged.
Then his voice cut through the silence, low and sinful.
“Can I have a taste?”
Her lips parted slightly, her breath hitched.
“A… taste?” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mr. Kings didn’t move, didn’t blink. His eyes dragged over her slowly ,her lips, her flushed cheeks, her barely-covered curves.
He leaned in just a bit more, his smirk devilish.
“You heard me,” he murmured, voice like silk laced with danger.
Ana gripped the edge of the desk, unsure if it was to ground herself,,or to keep from leaning into him.
“What exactly do you want to taste?” she asked, trying to sound brave, though her voice betrayed her.
His eyes darkened even further, a slow, wicked smile tugging at his lips.
“Guess.”
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