Dangerous Desire The CEO’s Hidden Woman

(Warning: This Chapter contains a sexual scene. If you’re not comfortable reading it kindly skip it and move to another Chapter)

The dinner was delicately made. Scarlett had prepared stewed mutton with red wine and fresh vegetables, which was perfect for winter days, and a braised cod with tomato and thyme, grilled asparagus with butter and cheese as well as prawn salad.

The color and the flavor of the food were almost Michelin level. Even though Francis was a very picky eater, he chewed away at the mutton and ate all the food on his plate.

“Thank you for this amazing treat. The mutton is perfect.” Francis finished his meal and wiped his mouth. Scarlett put down the fork and said, “Really? It’s probably because I used the red wine from your cellar.”

After dinner, Francis went to the study, and Scarlett just lay on the sofa to watch her favorite TV show: The Scorpion. The latest episode was hilarious, and she enjoyed it so much that she completely lost track of time.

The housekeeper put two cups of tea in front of her. Scarlett smiled and thanked her.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“The black one is for Mr. Sandler.”

Scarlett looked up to see her smiling. Was she teaching her how to please Francis?

“Mr. Sandler doesn’t often work so late.” The housekeeper gave Scarlett tacit guidance.

“So? Is he waiting for me?” Scarlett raised her eyebrows, and the housekeeper nodded.

Scarlett took the cup of hot tea and walked upstairs to Francis’s study. She knocked on the door, and a low voice came out. She pushed the door and went in.

“Tired?” Scarlett put the tea on the desk, “Enjoy your tea, Mr. Sandler!”

Scarlett took a seat in front of the desk, took off her slippers, bent her legs, and put them on the chair. She then took out her cellphone and began to browse the entertainment news with her chin rested on her legs. Francis smiled and stood up. He walked over and was going to take Scarlett to the bedroom.

“I am not sleepy! I’m not gonna sleep now!” Scarlett struggled to get rid of him. Francis thought it was so fun to look at her startled face. He put on a smile and said, “Good, I am not sleepy either.” Scarlett’s legs were shaking. “I’ve still got a lot of work to do…” Francis lifted her up in his arms and strode a few steps out of the study.

Francis pressed Scarlett down on the bed and touched her smooth thigh. The tight-fitting sweater made her breasts look even bigger. Though she was lying on the bed, he could still see the sexy curvature on her chest. Francis reached out and grabbed her breasts. Scarlett shook like a timid cat.

“Gently, please…” Scarlett felt her lips shaking. Francis turned over and let Scarlett ride on his body. He touched her face softly and asked, “Why are you so scared?” Francis used to be quite confident in his bed skills, but Scarlett’s fear made him doubt himself.

“It hurts…” What a simple reason!

Francis pulled her up and kissed her forehead. “It’s not gonna hurt after a few times… I’ll be more tender, okay?”

Tonight, everything went much more smoothly than last night. Scarlett didn’t feel great pain anymore, but Francis’s restless slamming and insistence on trying out various positions really tired her out.

After another orgasm, Scarlett lay on the bed like a corpse and felt like all her vigor had been fully drained. She put the quilt over her head and said, “Let me sleep…”

“Take a bath first, Scarlett.” Francis opened the quilt, lifted her up in his arms, and walked to the bathroom. The water in the bathtub was warm. Francis got into the bathtub with Scarlett, and the two soaked together.

The day before her major shoot, Scarlett managed to refuse Francis’s request; she was firm with him this time. Her shoot for the magazine’s special edition cover was tomorrow, so she wanted to get all the sleep she could. She went to sleep in the guest room. In the middle of the night, she felt Francis crawl into bed and lay down to sleep next to her. He cuddled her and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. The two of them slept close together.

***

Stella wanted to sign Scarlett on as a model with her agency. After seeing Scarlett’s immense success and popularity in the international market, Stella knew she had to have Scarlett. Yet, to everyone’s surprise, Scarlett turned down Stella’s offer in the blink of an eye– she seemed not even to have considered the offer deeply.

“Why? What’s wrong? Is it the salary? Does it not match your expectations?” Stella was sitting behind her desk, looking somewhat confused.

“Ordinary as I am, you’ve already offered a much higher salary than I actually deserve.”

“Then why did you reject my offer? Without even thinking about it?”

Scarlett smiled and said, “Because I know I’m not really a “celebrity” type. If I just shoot the cover or the little video for your magazine, I can take the money and walk away without even caring about how your magazine sells and how people judge my performance. But once I become a celebrity, my entire life will be exposed to the public, and an audience will judge everything I do. Stella, I know I agreed to be your model, but I was doing it just as a favor for a friend. I never really considered this work as my career or profession. I’m sorry. Thank you for the opportunity and your gracious offer.”

“So what do you want to do? It must be clear to you that you can make a quick buck by doing this. I’m sorry to bring this up, but I know about the various gigs you’ve done in the past. I know you worked at this and that nightclub, as a cabaret dancer, and even as a racecar driver. Do you think those jobs are more respectable and lucrative than being a model? Those aren’t even real jobs. I don’t understand…” Stella said, leaning back in her chair.

“I didn’t like those gigs. But it would be best if you got this clear. I danced, and I raced cars because even though they are hard, tiring, and as you just indicated, not the most respectable ways to make a pretty penny, at least no one would care about me once I left. At least there would not be trolls and haters, leaving mean and disgusting comments and passing judgment on me.” Scarlett pushed her chair back and stood up.