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Bossy Ceo, No! - Chapter 3
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Carina Russo POV
I stared at the tall man in front of me, speechless. I was not a short girl, but was still a whole head smaller than Mr Collins.
“Well this is a suprise Miss Russo.” His golden eyes traced my figure. I glanced down and realized I was wearing shorts and a hoodie.My blonde hair was in a half up half down.
“Yes sir, indeed.” My voice was flat and unyielding. I was screaming inside like a fucking banshee. Why was this man my neighbour!?
“I came to tell you to not make much noise, but I don’t think that would be a problem since you’re such a prude.I’ll be leaving.Meet you tommorow Miss Russo.” I drilled holes into that assholes retreating figure.
A prude!? Me!!? I slammed the door loudly and stomped to the bedroom, flinging myself on the bed. I would show the man how much of a prude I was.
I woke up early next morning to exercise, and quickly wore loose drawstring pants and a sleeved white shirt. I went down to the gym and started working out my upper body.
I started with my usual routine of stretching, weights and then Pilates. I turned to get the weights and accidently gasped.
“Mr Collins!”
Ryan Collins POV
I stayed smug the whole night after successfully angering that woman.I slept fitfully for the first time in ages.
I woke up to go to the gym, still sleepy with mussed up hair. To my surprise, Miss Ross was already there, executing a perfect set of Pilates. I stared at her with blurry eyes. She must be some kind of alien, never exhausted or tired.
She let out a soft gasp. “Mr Collins!” She looked absolutely stunning in her informal clothes and messy hair, a change from her workplace attire.
“Merda! I didn’t see you there sir. I can leave if you wish.” Her italian accent was torture for me. I gulped, my Adams apple bobbing up and down.
“It’s okay Miss Ross. Continue please.” She nodded, and resumed her exercise, and I walked to the treadmill. After around twenty minutes of running I was completely drenched in sweat, my shirt sweaty and sticky.
I felt the woman’s continuous glances at me. I looked down to see that my abs could be seen through my wet shirt. So she was attracted to me.
I stalked towards her,not able to contain my lust anymore. She was doing pull ups, her shirt rising up to show a sliver of her toned stomach.
“Mr Collins. Do you need something?” She dropped down, lightly landing on her feet.
I moved closer to her,pinning her against the wall. “Miss Russo.” I whispered in her ear, causing them to turn bright red.
“Yes sir.” Her voice was still cold,but cracked a bit. I leaned closer,my lips just inches away from hers,and looked at her blue-green eyes which held barely concealed anger…and excitement.
I couldn’t hold back anymore,and pulled her to me,and watched her pupils dilate.
I kissed her with all the pent up frustration and lust of the past few months.Her lips were exactly like I imagined,soft and moist.
She kissed me back with the same passion, tearing at my clothes,my hands running all over her body.
When we finally pulled away,we stared at each other in shock,our lips red and swollen.