Chapter 379 - Sleepless nights (2/2)

His n.a.k.e.d c.h.e.s.t spotted tattoos across the base of his neck bone. The markings were unclear in the dim night light.

He imagined Amy's b.r.e.a.s.ts under the loose-fitting blouse she had worn. He was sure they would be firm and round, yet soft to the touch.

The things he would do to her… His head was still filled with thoughts of Amy when he drifted off into a drug-induced sleep.

He awoke barely three hours later, panting and sweating despite the air conditioner cooling the air in his room.

The substance of the nightmare was the same as always with random variations as only dreams were capable of. He turned to his bedside clock.

It was barely 05:00 AM. Knowing he would not be able to get any more sleep, he got off the bed. Yet another long day, he thought as he made for the bathroom to wash off.

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Edward got out of the car, the door held open by his chauffeur who had his head respectfully lowered. He stormed in through the glass doors of the company building. He was cranky, still tired and feeling like he could have someone's head for breakfast.

His shoes squeaked against the clean, tiled floor. He rode the separate elevator that led straight up to his office suite.

”Good morning,” Amy greeted, handing him the steaming mug of coffee she had made ready. She had made a point to come in early today to avoid any sort of embarrassment.

Her hair was pulled up in a less elaborate bun than the one Chynna had made for her the day before. She wore a thrift dress by Caroline Hu.

The knee length, white ensemble clung to Amy's slender body beautifully. Her shoes were a black pair of ankle boots with two-inch block heels.

Edward looked her over in one sweeping glance as he took the cup of coffee she held in her hand and threw it back, not even minding how hot it was, but needing himself to be more awake. His eyes lingered on her bosom before he caught a hold of himself and brought his eyes back up to her face.

Amy wondered if what she thought she saw was real. '

Was he just checking me out?' she wondered. But before she could dwell on it, his voice pulled her back to the present.

”Have my second cup of coffee ready in the meeting room. And then clear my schedule until noon. I have important guests coming over.”

”Yes, sir,” she responded but he had already turned away from her, making a call on his cellphone.  She watched his back for a few seconds and took a deep breath before making her own exit.