Her heart was thudding as she read the question over and over again. It's the point she was driving at but why did she feel some type of way when he asked it? She wants to type 'No' because she really wants him to like her. And she couldn't bring herself to say 'Yes' either. 'What should I say?'
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Without exactly answering his question, she composed a response she was sure would throw him off.
***.com: I've never thought of you as the type to be the bottom [1]
Zach laughed when he saw this message. That was an unexpected turn of the conversation. A sly grin stretched on his lips as he composed a response.
***.com: So in other words, the thought of me taking you is more welcoming than you taking me? I honestly wouldn't mind the latter.
***.com: I'm being serious.
***.com: Me too. So, being the bottom? You're the only one who holds that much power over me.
Amy's face flushed red as memories from their one night stand suddenly invaded her mind. He had taken her all night until the last moment in the bathtub when they were both sober. She had crawled over to straddle him and he let her ride him. She could vividly remember grinding on him and him occupying his hands with her sensually bouncing tits and occasionally squeezing, molding and smacking her ass.
She felt a familiar tingle down there and quickly squeezed her thighs together.
"I shouldn't think about this!" she scolded herself while fanning herself with her hand. She looked down at the message contents and shook her head.
***.com: You're quite shameless.
Her phone alerted her of an incoming call. She immediately typed a message to Zach before he could respond to the first one. She didn't trust she could focus on the call especially with his flirty messages. And it would give her body time to cool down from the heat.
***.com: I need to take a call.
***.com: I hope you're not disappearing on me.
***.com: I didn't forget our agreement.
Zach was all smiles when he saw this. He happily composed a reply.
***.com: Okay. I'll get some work done.
Amy looked at the time and frowned. It was a little after nine in the evening. Who would work that late on a Sunday? She had no clue that Zach had stayed up much later than this before.
***.com: Still at the office?
***.com: Yes.
***.com: Go home. It's late.
***.com: Alright. But I'll be waiting for you.
Despite his old habit, Zach happily packed up. After all, his lady said so. He left his office in happy spirits leaving his bodyguards stunned. They would soon learn that they would not longer have to leave at midnight whenever their boss works late. Of course, things will change for the better in the future.
Amy had to call back since the call had come to an end earlier. The person on the other line picked up.
"Boss! I thought I had been abandoned!" Came Dylan's dramatic cry.
"I wish!" Amy retorted dryly. She heard him gasp before he calmed himself down.
"Only because you saved me, I'll let this slide. Boss, you chose well! Rome is a beautiful city with beautiful sites. And by sites I mean-"
"Women, I know. But I didn't send you there to play around. Remember what we talked about?"
Dylan could clearly remember. She had briefed him of the little she knows and her possible suspicions of someone or something from Italy being connected to the guys in New York. So she didn't randomly choose Italy, it was all planned already. But those people just gave her reason to have her send him there whilst creating the illusion of him still being in New York City.
"Yeah, how could I forget how you've ruthlessly used me as a sacrificial lamb? Just when I thought you valued me as an employee."
Amy ignored his rant and went straight to the point. "Have you established your grounds?"
"Yes. Infiltrating their system should be a piece of cake", his cockiness resumed.
"Good. Just don't attract any unnecessary trouble."
"My only sin is being attractive. Expect some trouble or two and I'm sure you'll be-"
Amy didn't let him finish speaking before she swiftly terminated the call. Dylan's lips twitched. This boss of his, would it kill him to at least be civil?
Back in the city, Zach had just arrived home. His step was light as he took in the surroundings of his home. It had been cleaned. He had more or less an idea of what his mother was planning. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw her earlier. He sighed, he loved her but she was too troublesome.
Edmund was currently walking behind his master carrying his briefcase and jacket. The man had a grave expression as he followed. His heart could not help but thud as he thought of how his boss would reprimand him for colluding with Mrs. Frost. The man had never found himself in this position before.
"Edmund!"
"Sir!" His back straightened and he was even more alert. He deserved whatever was coming his way. Zach however, had another thought in mind.
"Did you inform Henry about my mother?"
"He never answered his phone so I left a message."
Zach expected as much. He sighed, there were just too many troublesome people around him. His phone chimed and saw it was Amy. He subconsciously smiled; it seems he would get his goodnight message after all. Yeah, she's the only trouble he loved being involved with. The only one.
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