Chapter 379 - Sleepless nights (1/2)

Amy fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She had known just how tired she was after her first day attending to her egomaniac boss.

Her dreams were filled with images of his handsome face despite how much she had willed herself not to think about him when she was awake and conscious.

Now that her subconscious was holding the reins, she was utterly helpless against his charms.

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On the other side of the city, Edward lay in bed in his grey silk night robe, eyes wide open. His room was stately. Befitting someone of his status.

The high ceiling was finished with beautiful artistic drawings in sky blue plaster of Paris. The curtains on his window were from floor to ceiling, heavy wine-colored dr.a.p.es with threads of golden embroidery forming beautiful floral patterns all over the cloth.

The floor was black marble, polished so well that it shone. A chandelier perched precariously in the center of the enormous room. A dressing table cut from oak adorned the left corner of the room.

A family of Russian dolls were arranged according to height on the table. The bed was possibly the most impressive piece of furniture in the entire room. Standing at eight-by-eight feet, it was the first thing anyone would notice if they ever had the privilege to be in Edward's personal space.

The sheets were pure white cotton, the pillows numbering almost ten at the head of the bed, there hung a seven-foot painting of a Violinist by Chen Yifei.

Despite the grand nature of this room, Edward never managed to get more than four hours of sleep on good days.

The sleeping disorder had begun when he was just a boy. And the demons he was fighting had followed him through to a.d.u.l.thood. Twenty-eight years old and highly successful, but he still had to pop pills before he could knock himself out.

Tonight however, as he lay wide-eyed, waiting for the medications to kick in, he was unable to shake free of the thoughts of his new Personal Assistant.

She had waltzed into his office only hours before and now for some inexplicable reason, he could not get the image of her red hair from his mind.

It made him uneasy but as if held captive by a spell, he could do nothing to dispel the thoughts. As handsome and successful as he was, there was no telling that he had had his fair share of women.

Exotic, foreign women with enough meat on them. But he had never been able to hold down even one. No that he had ever been interested in doing so. He got his release where it was available and moved on fast.

Which is why he was at a loss as to this strange new feeling assailing him. He looked at the scrawny Amy, in comparison to his other paramours and there was nothing worthy of drawing his excitement.

Yet here he was, seized by thoughts of bending her over his desk back at the office and piping her vigorously with the entire length of his meat.

He felt a clenching down below and reached down to confirm that he had gone immediately hard at the mere thought of Amy's a.s.s pushing up against his t.h.i.g.hs.