Free Eternally Seduced by Clarise Tan, Marian Tee, The Passionate Proofreader

two in the afternoon when my stomach growled, my internal alarm clock for hunger.
    The cafeteria was nearly empty when I got there, but my inner senses went haywire immediately, telling me even without seeing that he was here again. Still uncomfortable about how fast and hard I was falling for the Netherlands’ #1 Playboy, I quickly turned around to escape.
    But it was too late.
    Constantijin was suddenly in front of me, as if sensing my intent to avoid him.
    "Yanna."
    I firmly repressed the lovesick sigh begging to be let out. Hearing him say my name with his Dutch accent was even more of a turn on now, especially when he looked at me like I was a lollipop he wanted to lick all over.
    “Good afternoon, sir.” Just looking at Constantijin made me feel restless, my body throbbing for his touch. Today, he wore a pale pink polo together with a pair of well-cut trousers, his blazer nowhere in sight. His clothes made his muscular physique even more apparent, and it was all I could do not to stare hungrily at his body, knowing that every inch of it was wonderfully hard.
    Like his cock.
    God, what was I thinking?
    Constantijin’s eyes shone with amusement, and I knew he had guessed correctly the direction that my thoughts had taken.
    “Let’s have lunch together,” he said.
    I quickly shook my head. “Oh no, sir, I don’t want to impose---”
    He said very gently, “It’s just lunch, Yanna.”
    The delicate tone he used confused me. Was he saying I was overreacting? Even more confused and not a little irritated, I nevertheless found myself following him to one of the half-moon-shaped booths.
    He snapped his fingers and a waiter appeared by our side on cue, ready to take our orders. This was a self-service cafeteria, but I supposed rules like that didn’t apply to CEOs. I opted for Japanese this time and he followed my lead, both of us ordering bento boxes and separate appetizers.
    We sat at opposite ends of the booth. We couldn’t sit next to each other, not when he was my boss and I was his employee. Also, we weren’t a couple – yet.
    I colored at my thoughts. Playboy, Yanna, playboy. Playboys like Constantijin didn’t do the couple thing. I had to remember that.
    The waiter returned not more than a minute later, our appetizers ready, sashimi for him and kani salad for me. I split my chopsticks just as he reached out for them.
    “Oops?” I said with an embarrassed smile. Was I supposed to play damsel in distress with my chopsticks?
    He laughed. The sound made my toes curl. Something about Constantijin Kastein enjoying my company – with my clothes on – had butterflies fluttering their wings in my stomach.
    “ Itadakimasu, ” I said, feeling shy all of a sudden.
    “ Itadakimasu ,” he said in return, eyes still gleaming with laughter.
    We ate our meal in silence, and I did my best not to look like I was in the middle of another gastronomic orgasm as I enjoyed my bento box, which consisted of yakimeshi rice, chicken teriyaki, and miso soup.
    Constantijin broke the silence with a casual question. “Do you eat sashimi ?”
    I nodded, surprised.
              He deftly picked up a slice with his chopsticks. “Here, taste it.” His silver eyes danced with wicked laughter.
              “ Constantijin .” I glared at him.
              But still he kept his chopsticks-held salmon in the air, patiently waiting.
              “What if people see us?”
              “They won’t,” he said so confidently I looked at him suspiciously.
              “Why not?”
              “Because I had my bodyguards bar the door.”
              He what?
              Constantijin murmured, “Now please. Taste it.”
              I finally opened my mouth.
              As he fed me the piece of salmon, which was delicious with its icy freshness, he said softly, “Next time, I’ll be feeding you my cock.”
              Oh, oh, oh, why