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she’s one of our best. Learn everything you can from her.” I couldn’t stay behind the desk anymore. I needed to be closer to her. I walked around to her side and circled her once.
    Oriana was tense, her shoulders were trembling.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Just nervous,” She said quietly.
    “No, I think there’s more to it than that,” I reached out and ran a finger along her bare shoulder. “Are you afraid?”
    Oriana clenched her fists at her sides. “No.”
    I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I think you are. You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” I leaned in towards her, catching the floral scent of her perfume. “I want us to be friends, Oriana,” I emphasized the pronunciation of her name. Her closeness was driving me crazy. I wanted to grab her, rip that expensive dress from her body and make her mine right here in the office.
    Oriana looked at me with her dark green eyes. Her lips twitched and she let out a shuddering breath. She lowered her eyelids, biting her bottom lip.
    I grabbed her by her shoulder, turned her to face me and kissed her. She tasted as good as she looked.
     

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Oriana オリアナ
     
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Just nervous,” I said quietly. Which wasn’t a lie. I wasn’t nervous about the job. After giving myself a pep talk this morning, I figured it would be just like any other job and as soon as I paid off the debts I would be free.
    No, what made me nervous was him. Tadao. The way that the kyodai carried himself, with an air of intelligence and superiority. It made me hate him. It made me want him. What would he have done to me if I had refused to work off the debt? The thought made my body tingle with masochistic pleasure.
    “No, I think there’s more to it than that,” He reached out and ran a finger along my bare shoulder. “Are you afraid?”
    I clenched my fists at my sides. “No.” I couldn’t admit this weakness of mine. It might ruin everything. I would pay off my debts and carry on as if this never happened.
    Tadao chuckled. “I think you are. You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” He leaned in towards me, the sensation of his breath on my skin gave me goosebumps. “I want us to be friends, Oriana.”
    He was too much. He wanted to be friends? First, he shows up at my door looking for my father and asking for money; now he was so far into my personal space that I wanted to run. I wanted to be his captive. Until this debt was paid, he owned me. I bit my lip, feeling myself blush at the thought of it.
    Tadao grabbed me, turned me towards him and kissed me. I let the floodgates of lust wide open. I kissed him back, not caring that my lipstick was going to smear all over his face. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and his hands held onto my waist, his fingertips pressing into my skin.
    I moaned against his lips and he moved his kisses down my neck, nipping at my ear. I gasped, pressing my body against him and feeling his hardness. He wanted this as bad as I did. I released the final scrap of my self-control. “Please, I need you,” I whispered in his ear.
    Tadao didn’t miss the invitation. He flung me down onto the desk, sending a wave of papers onto the floor. He pulled the hem of my dress up to my waist, revealing the black lace panties underneath. He bent down with one hand on my navel and the other pulling the panties down. His breath tickled against my skin.
    I felt a fingertip sliding against my clit. He spread me open and made an appreciative sound.
    “Do you know how wet you are?” I could hear the grin in my voice. “Why would an innocent girl like you get so worked up over a kiss?” His fingers explored me, pushing themselves in deep and drawing out slowly.
    I shuddered, arching my back and clutching the edge of the desk above my head. “It’s not that,” I stammered, trying to recover whatever dignity I had left.
    “Then what?” Tadao’s tongue flicked against my nub. He sucked on it gently while his