Free Caged (How Not To Be Seduced by Billionaires: Book 3) by Marian Tee

Yanna?”
     
                “Yes, sir.”
     
                “Charli!”
     
                “Sir Charli – I mean, Ms. Charli.”
     
                She nodded. “Good. Now close the door and get back to work.” With shaky legs, I went to her door, conscious of how everyone was deliberately slowing down in front of Charli’s office to hear more of how she was scolding me.
     
                The moment I shut the door, Charli said, “Was I good?”
     
                I whirled around in shock.
     
                She grinned at me. “I think I was since I totally had you convinced you, too.”
     
                “B-but---”
     
                “Yes, I know, you’re grateful. Now everyone really knows you’re not going to get special treatment. And by the way, great report.”
     
                I was still shell-shocked when I went back to my cubicle. My phone beeped, and I knew immediately it was Constantijin. What happened?
     
    Charli taught me a really good lesson. Everything’s cool – don’t worry.
     
    Glad to hear that. Tonight, I have a lesson for you to learn as well.
     
    Oh, dear. That sounds very bad.
     
    We can start now if you want.
     
    NO.
     
    Come here. I miss you.
     
    No! Office hours!
     
                My phone rang. Constantijin purred from the other end of the line. “If you are not here under one minute, I’m going there, and I’m going to kiss you in front of your lovely lady colleagues. Arian will hate you more, and she’ll sabotage your reports again---”
     
                “I’m coming, you ass!”
     
     
     
    Day Four
     
    “You told me you’d be home by tonight.” I pouted at the iPad, deliberately bending close to the screen so he could see more of my cleavage, which was enhanced by my silky nightgown. Honestly, I was blushing all the while I did it but I wanted to punish him.
     
                “Sweetheart, you are cruel.” Constantijin’s voice was strangled.
     
                I grinned, leaning back so he could see my face and not just my barely-covered breasts. “I know. It’s your fault. I…missed you.” I still had a hard time admitting my feelings to him, but this time I couldn’t help it. After announcing to the entire company that I was the only woman in his life now, he had to leave for an emergency meeting in Dubai - again.
     
    "I missed you, too. More than you fucking think."
     
    I tried not to giggle. No one was like my Dutch billionaire, with his rude and sweet ways.
     
                “Where are you anyway?” He was surrounded by so much darkness I couldn’t quite determine where exactly he was.
     
                “A hotel room,” he answered briefly.
     
    “Where are your friends?" Constantijin had no choice to introduce me to the two other men that made up the world's legendary Pussketeers, not when they had more or less gatecrashed our video call last night.
     
    "Out. Watching naked women dance---a gift from an oil sheikh."
     
    I choked. "Don't join them!"
     
    "I won't on one condition."
     
    My eyebrows shot up. "Condition? This isn't something you can---"
     
    “Yanna, strip for me again.”
     
                “What?”
     
                “But I miss you so, sweetheart.”
     
                I glared at the screen. “No---”
     
                He grinned back. “And this time, I want you to touch yourself as you do.”
     
                “NO.” This time I couldn’t help turning red. Touch myself? Was he for real? I couldn’t even say ‘cock’ to anyone except him and now he wanted me to touch myself?
     
                “Why not? It turns me on to see you touch yourself.”
     
                I gasped. “I can’t do that!”
     
                “Why not? Take pity on a starving man,