Chapter 8
After tossing all night, Latrina still decided to go straight to Gerhart.
After all, it involved his business. She didn’t want things to turn sour between them, and she just wanted to save herself some dignity at the
company.
Back at the office, Latrina could still hear colleagues whispering behind her.
She just ignored those rumors, sitting at her desk to call Kelvin.
It took a long time before Kelvin finally answered the call.
Could you check if Mr. Crowley’s free today? I’d like to make an appointment with him.”
“You can come over now.”
She could tell Kelvin hadn’t even bothered to ask.
She stepped into the elevator, Kelvin hit the button for her, and she reached the 30th floor smoothly.
Latrina didn’t head straight for the CEO’s office. Instead, she turned to Kelvin beside her and asked, “Was Mr. Crowley with my call?”
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She sighed. Kelvin hadn’t even reported her request. He’d just brought her up. That could only mean one thing: their conversation had been overheard by Gerhart.
She hated that feeling. It was like… after they’d slept together, he was just summoning her at will.
And he seemed to like her and tried to make chances to be with her.
She knocked nervously on the CEO’s office door.
“Come in.” Gerhart was in a black suit again today. Sometimes it felt like he owned only one suit, never
changing.
“What is it?” He set down his pen, fixing Latrina with a serious look.
Latrina told Gerhart everything, the whole truth.
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Gerhart didn’t respond immediately. Later, he only said, “I’ll handle it
“I want an apology from her, in person. As long as it doesn’t hurt the company,” she added.
Latrina understood the bigger picture, but small slights still stuck in her craw.
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Gerhart grunted, leaning back in his chair. “Whatever you decide here won’t hurt the company. You’re sure you don’t want to go public with it?”
“The Aguilar Group and the Transportation Department, and Crowley Apparel have ongoing cooperation. There may be some fallout,” Latrina said, just wanting to avoid drama.
“Worried about me?”
Latrina fell silent. They’d been talking business, but his question made her cheeks flush. “No.”
Another pause.
“Shelby is a girl anyway… She must’ve had her reasons. Let’s not make it harder on her than
“Fine. Up to you.”
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Gerhart’s tone sounded like he was speaking to a close ally.
Latrina regretted it. She never should’ve come to him.
Soon, Kelvin led Shelby in, and Latrina took a seat on the sofa.
Shelby looked quite nervous when she saw Latrina. Gert, you wanted to see me?”
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That “Gert” made Latrina’s skin crawl.
“What did you call me?”
Gerhart, who’d barely glanced at her until now, suddenly sharpened his dark eyes, lifting his lids to fix her with a cold stare.
Shelby had thought dropping that nickname might earn her favor from Gerhart, but instead, she got a frosty reception.
She scrambled to correct herself.“Mr. Crowley.”
Gerhart ground his back teeth, still poring over the file in front of him.
“I didn’t ask to see you. She did.”
Shelby’s gaze darted nervously to Latrina.
Latrina smiled and waved.“Hi there, Ms. Aguilar!”
She had to admire her own nerve. Even now, her fake smile looked convincing.
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“Latrina, what do you want? Couldn’t it wait for a private chat? Did
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have to bother Gert?” Shelby’s
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sharpened.
Shelby was still gambling, betting Latrina hadn’t uncovered the truth.
Gerhart’s chest tightened at the sound of “Gert,” but before he could speak, Latrina cut in.
“I didn’t mean to disturb ‘Gert‘ either,” she said, emphasizing the nickname, “but if I’d taken this to the Design Department, I doubt you can handle it.”
Latrina pulled up the surveillance footage on her phone and held it out to Shelby.
Shelby’s face drained of color instantly. Her legs wobbled, and her hands balled into tight fists.
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“Hmph… Gert…” Gerhart let out a faint, almost inaudible huff, his lips moving slightly as he tuned out the bickering.
“You…”
Shelby stared, stunned. She couldn’t fathom how Latrina had uncovered this in a single day!
“Pulling stunts like this. Don’t you care about your reputation as a designer? If ‘Gert‘ here hadn’t held me back, I’d have turned the Design Department upside down by now.” Latrina met her gaze calmly.
Gerhart, seated in his office chair, frowned, his eyes fixing on Latrina’s composed figure on the sofa.
“Shelby, apologize and leave.” His voice was firm.
“Gert!” Shelby’s tone turned childish as she pivoted, trying to act coquettishly.
“Call me Mr. Crowley.”
“She gets to call you Gert. Why can’t I?”
“Neither of you can.” Gerhart nodded at Latrina, raising his voice slightly.
Latrina pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
Shelby seethed with resentment, but with Gerhart’s order, she swallowed her pride and turned to Latrina.
I’m sorry, Ms. Glover, I shouldn’t have framed you. It won’t happen again.”
“Got it.” Latrina felt a weight lift, letting out a soft breath.
Gerhan waved a hand, dismissing them. The sound of two women bickering was giving him a headache. Too noisy.
Shelby stomped out in a huff.
“Wait.” Gerhart paused, as if remembering something.
He looked up, his tone cautious as he asked, “Did you see anyone else when you left that night?”
Latrina’s fingers curled into a fist. She thought, “So he noticed too. By the tightness in his gaze, he seems even more on edge than I do.”
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Shelby shot a cold glance at Latrina over her shoulder. “No.”
He nodded faintly.“You may go. Close the door. Latrina, stay.”
Shelby glowered at Latrina once more before storming out.
Latrina’s heart skipped a beat.“Mr. Crowley? Is there something else?”
‘Come here.”
She obeyed, stepping up to his desk.
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Gerhart sat back in his swivel chair, exuding a quiet authority. His hands rested loosely on the armrests, his posture relaxed yet imposing. “Are you so sure I wouldn’t scold you? Hmm?”
“Mr. Crowley, I’m not sure what you mean.” Latrina feigned confusion.
She knew Gerhart was sharp enough to see through her, but she wanted to gauge his reaction anyway.
To test if his earlier words.“How about trying to be Mrs. Crowley?” had been real, or just guilt after they’d slept together.
Hmph. Now you remember to call me Mr. Crowley. Earlier, you kept tossing around ‘Gert‘ like it was nothing.”
Gerhart caught the flicker of amusement she was trying to hide. He wanted to throw a tantrum, but found himself powerless to stay cross. “Sorry. It won’t happen again.”
She bit back a smile, her gaze darting until it landed on his shirt collar.
Suddenly, she recalled the one she’d torn yesterday.
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Gerhart followed her stare to his shirt.“What?”
Latrina jolted, shaking her head quickly.
His interest piqued. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes lazy as he studied her.
“What’s wrong? Can’t forget about my body?”
He shifts, placing his free hand on her bare thigh.
“just breathe, Latrina. You’ve got this.”
“Got what?”
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His fingers move–up, over the curve of her coat, brushing the edge of her neckline. Then, without warning, he curls those fingers into her collar and tugs her toward him.
Latrina only has a split second to process the look in his eyes before he kisses her.
Her mind is numb.
Everything around her is still spinning from what just happened. From the kiss. From the nerve. From the audacity.
Latrina doesn’t know how long Gerhart’s lips stayed on hers, or if they were even moving against hers.
He presses Latrina back against the desk. His left arm braces her waist, pinning her in place as his right hand begins to explore, sliding down her body.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
“Don’t. Please
He can feel the heat radiating from her core, and it’s intoxicating. He presses his fingers against her clit, rubbing gently. She moans, her hips moving in time with his touch, seeking more friction, more pressure.
He obliges, his fingers moving faster, more insistently. He can feel her getting wetter, her body responding to his touch, her breath coming in quick gasps.
He loves the feel of her swollen clit.
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“Fuck, Gerhart,” she whispers, her voice breathless.“That feels so good.”
He slips one finger inside her, then another, pumping them in and out of her, teasing her, tormenting her. She moans, her body clenching around his fingers, her inner muscles rippling with each thrust.
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He adds a third finger, stretching her, filling her, preparing her for what’s to come. She cries out, her body convulsing, her muscles clenching around his fingers.
“Gerhart,” she whispers, her voice desperate.“Please. I need more.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean, tasting her desire. She watches him, her eyes wide with lust.
Then he grips her thighs and slides into her in one thrust.
She screams.
The desk rattles.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans.“You take it so F**King well.”
Her body tightens around him like a vise, her insides clenching with every pulse, every thrust. He slams into her again and again, the rhythm of their bodies becoming a primal symphony.
“Oh God, Gerhart,” she cries out.“It’s so good.”
He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear.“Your voice is so sweet when you moan, Bunny,” he murmurs.“So sweet.”
Her
orgasm rips through her like a storm. She shatters around him, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream.
Her body trembles. Clenches. Milks him as she rides every last pulse of pleasure out of herself.
But he’s not done.
“Want to experience what pleasure really is?”
