My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation
Chapter 56: Arm Or Pillow?

Chapter 56: Arm Or Pillow?

(Arata)

Tensed and exhilarated, I watched Karsten walk off, leaving me extremely agitated. The ache between my legs grew and it was not only because of my period.

My body had instinctively reacted to him, although, as promised, he didn’t even touch me. Clutching my wig I adjusted it on my head, I had it perfectly settled but my frustration grew.

"Ugggh!" I knew I had to seek Twisted Rider again. Picking up the hem of the blanket I covered my face so Karsten wouldn’t see my embarrassed face and pretended to sleep. I was by no means ready to face him for the night.

He took his sweet time in the bathroom before emerging. I heard the bathroom door click open and the drumming of my heart picked up its pace.

The swishing sound of a towel being rubbed against his hair made my ears prick, but his feet made no sound against the floor; he had the grace of a leopard.

The fresh marine notes mingled with the scent of rain invigorated my senses. This one was slightly different from his usual cologne, it seemed like it was his washing gel.

The scent fully invaded my senses, meaning he was near. The pillow near me was picked up with a swishing sound and I knew he was moving away to sleep on the couch.

Did he have an extra blanket?

I peeked out, removing the blanket a notch so my right eye could see him and my heart missed so many beats.

The damp hair fell all over his forehead and eyes like the blackened tendrils.

He had no shirt on; only the rolled-up towel rested on his extremely broad shoulders while his torso was left to be feasted on. Not that I minded but my insides clenched even more especially my leaking womanhood, making me extremely uneasy.

Damn! Why did he have to be so fine?

The grey sweats rested loosely against his tapered waist, giving me a side view of that V. His head was leaning back on the couch exposing his large Adam’s apple with his hands behind his head, flexing his corded arms. His eyes remained closed and his legs parted.

His expressions seemed a tad pained. What was he thinking?

Was he disappointed with the stupid moans I had let out?

The sheer dark liquid intensity in his eyes as he stared down at me while jerking the head board seemed to have said otherwise.

My mind wandered to how it would feel to just straddle him in this position. Naughty thoughts erupted in my brain making my body heat up under the blanket.

’No, Arata. Bad, Arata. He is your boss.’ I had to chide myself. This was already going to complicate my relationship with him in the office and I would have to act extremely professional.

His eyes suddenly popped open, and before I could cover my face with the blanket again, they found me spying like the Peeping Tom.

Rotten luck.

Aiiyeee!

"Enjoying the show, Arata?" He shamelessly asked without even blinking, leaving me tattered.

A subtle tugging I saw on the corners of his lips.

A challenge?

"Ummm...no, I was just wondering... if you had a spare blanket or quilt," I stammered more than I should have.

His head dipped to the other side so he could look at me more clearly.

"I don’t...will have to be cold all night." Another hint of tease.

Was my boss trying to flirt with me? Or was it just part of his act?

Testing me as usual because he loved doing that and enjoyed the multiple shades of mortification on my face.

I knew he would never touch me without my consent, he had made that perfectly clear through his actions. I couldn’t let him be cold all night.

"We can share..." I quietly offered and that teasing smile widened. I knew another tease was coming.

"Are you sure? Maybe you are cold and are seeking warmth?" He didn’t disappoint, pulling away some of the wandering strands from his forehead.

"Only offering the blanket, Mr Karsten. Don’t be like the ones who take the whole hand when a finger is offered," I slammed back with a shake of my head and he didn’t lose that smirk.

"Hand is always better than the finger. It’s soft." He stood up, towering and prowled towards me.

Unable to take my eyes off him, I kept staring while he climbed in the bed beside me. His weight dipped the bed and sheets wrinkled as he picked up the blanket and covered himself.

Intoxicating and mouthwatering, the fragrance exuding from him overwhelmed me. My heart ached from trying to resist taking in deep gulps and filing my lungs with his freshness.

He should have mentioned this in the contract, that resisting him will be an uphill task. It took everything in me to not nudge my body towards him and seek that warmth he exuded.

’Control, Arata. He is your boss.’ I reminded myself and shut my eyes tight so I wouldn’t have to look at him. But his heat and scent mingled into this concoction of intoxication that had my body sweating, heating up like a pan on fire.

God, help me. Let this night pass. I wasn’t sure how I was going to sleep in his proximity.

"My arm is more comfortable than the pillow. I won’t do anything," he suddenly offered as if we were true lovers and he was a teddy bear I needed to sleep hugging.

Maybe he was a mind reader too?

The man was far from a teddy bear though. He was more like a muscled warm moody being with mood swings which will put a pregnant woman to shame.

I watched him from the corner of my eyes and his expectant gaze was fixed on me.

One night won’t bring any harm. Right?

It was just using his arm like a pillow.

I scooted towards him and gingerly placed my head on his arm, keeping a slight distance so I wasn’t touching his smouldering body.

"This won’t change anything, Arata. It’s just for tonight, so you can feel at ease. It means nothing," he quietly said. I knew it was just a pretence, but still, there was a tinge of ache in my heart.

"I know, don’t worry."

Slowly I answered before closing my eyes and letting the scent of his aftershave engulf me.