When the Night Falls by Moonlightt ( Jasmine Gibson )

JASMINE

I couldn’t even look at him, I was so mortified.

Why did that f ucking dou chebag have to show up tonight when everything was finally going well with Theodore?

“How do you know Gregory Hobbs?” he asked again. His voice was sharp and demanding almost as cold as the walk-in freezer itself.

I sighed and used the resulting cloud of frozen breath to look up into Theodore’s face. When the steam finally cleared away, I was met with his angry gaze.

“He was my boss… before I started working for you,” I finally admitted. I wanted so much to look away from him when I spoke, but for some reason, I couldn’t.

“Your boss?” His expression was unreadable.

“Yes,” I pressed on. “I was working for him at his restaurant. He was the head chef. I guess he was… I guess he was interested in me, but I didn’t know it for a long time. And then, the day you came to eat with us, only one of us could serve you our signature dish.”

“I thought it should be me, of course. I received the highest ratings from critics. I was the one all the other cooks looked to for help and advice. But when I brought my dish to him, he…”

I turned away from Theodore. I couldn’t bear to look in his eyes. It was shameful.

Seconds passed. And then, I felt the warmth of his thumb on my chin as he turned my chin upwards, forcing our eyes to meet again.

“What happened then, Jasmine,” he asked. His voice was softer now, prodding yet caring.

“He… He told me he’d serve my dish only if I slept with him. And when I refused, I ran out and… Well, that’s when you met me. He was nothing but a dirty pig, and I promise you, Theodore, I’ve never thought about him since.”

Theodore chewed on the inside of his cheek like he was trying to stop himself from speaking his mind right away. And then he seemed to come to a decision.

He took a step towards me. In the icy cold of the freezer, his body heat was very welcome as he invaded my personal space. But his eyes were fiery with anger, so I took a step back.

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A gasp escaped my lips as my back pressed into the frozen metal wall of the freezer.

Theodore stepped directly in front of me, placing a hand on the wall on either side of my head. He looked down at me, his eyes still fierce.

“I have to ask you something, Jasmine, and I need you to tell me the truth. Can you do that?”

I gave him a shaky nod, my heart pounding in my chest. Theodore let out a deep breath.

“Do you think that’s what I’m doing to you?”

I blinked, confused. “What?”

“Am I just taking advantage of you as your boss, using my power over you to get what I want?”

Looking up into his face, I realized that what I’d mistaken for anger was actually fear. I felt my heart expand at the feeling.

And before I knew what I was doing, my hand had snaked around the back of his neck and drawn him into a long, deep kiss.

I pressed our bodies together as he deepened the connection. We drew warmth from each other in the cold, inhospitable freezer. It was a kiss of deep, desperate passion.

Finally, he broke away. He still looked worried.

“You are nothing like that man,” I said firmly. You’re different from any other man I’ve known.”

Instead of responding, Theodore pulled me into another kiss. His hand found its way to the small of my back, and a soft moan escaped my lips as his tongue pressed into my mouth. Finally, we broke apart.

“And you’re different than any other woman I’ve known,” he said, brushing a lock of hair out of

my eyes.

“Now, let’s get out of here before we freeze to death.”

The rest of the dimmer passed by uneventfully. Besides a few knowing smirks from Sherry, nothing seemed out of the ordinary when we returned to the table.

Mr. Hobbs and Jonathan were nowhere to be seen, and I had a sneaking suspicion that Theodore had them forcibly removed.

After dinner, we shared Theodore’s black Escalade on the drive back to his mansion. We sat side-by-side, with Sherry and Thea in the row ahead of us, but we only exchanged a few glances. I had to keep reminding myself that right now, in front of others, he was Mr. Jefferson, and I was Ms. Gibson, no matter how much I wanted to rip his clothes off.

I felt so connected to him after our talk earlier.

Chapter 15 of 30: Chapter 15

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When we returned to the mansion, Theodore went to his office, and I went to put Thea to bed.

When she was finally down, I returned to my room and took a long, hot shower.

I wasn’t sure if Theodore and I would be meeting in the library again tonight for another ‘lesson,’ but I decided to go anyway.

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At about ten, I made my way through the darkened mansion to the library.

Pushing the door open, I stepped into the darkened room. There was only one light on, a reading light next to a small armchair.

Theodore was already settled in the chair, reading a book. But it didn’t look like any of the normal business books he usually read. In fact, the cover looked oddly familiar.

It wasn’t until I quietly approached him that I recognized it.

“Fifty Shades of Grey?” I asked in surprise.

He looked up from the book, and a smirk crossed his face.

“Good evening, Jasmine,” he said, carefully dog-earing his page and setting the book, which was indeed E.L. James’s erotic masterpiece, down on the table beside him. “You look beautiful tonight. Have a seat.”

He gestured to the armchair next to him. But I smirked, having a better idea.

I took a step towards Theodore and settled myself right into the center of his lap, facing him. A deep chuckle escaped his lips, which sent a shiver down my spine.

The shiver made me grind a little harder into his lap, and I felt a twitching in his pants at the response. F uck, he was gorgeous.

“Ready for another lesson?” I asked. Instead of responding, he pulled me in close and pressed his lips to mine.

I felt his tongue struggling for entrance, and I opened my lips to let him in. His tongue invaded my mouth, his fingers wrapping themselves in my long hair, bringing me closer and closer to

him.

I felt his manhood begin to grow in his pants, straining against the fabric as if begging to tear through and impale me.

We were wild, desperate, and full of longing. We were a beast with two backs, writhing and moaning against one another.

His hands were all over my body. Cupping my breasts, unbuttoning my blouse.

And then I felt them at my waist, slipping underneath the hem of my skirt.

Topsned as his fingers made contact with my pus sy They danced over my lips. right over the Chapter 15 of 30 Chapter 15.

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entrance.

And then just as quickly danced away again. Come on.

His fingers were making loops around my S**, circling the entrance, going right up to the edge, but never actually taking the plunge.

This as shole’s teasing me, I realized.

I broke away from our frenzied kiss, panting.

“Do it. Please.” I moaned, practically bucking against his fingers now. He just chuckled.

And then, all of a sudden, he pulled his fingers entirely out of my pants, lifted me up, and placed me on the armchair next to him, a wicked smirk on his face.

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“Now, we have a lesson to attend to, Ms. Gibson,” he said. Oh, what I wanted to do to wipe that smirk off his handsome f ucking face.

I was still flushed and h orny as all hell. I wasn’t nearly ready to teach any lessons on love right now. At least not the kind of love I was supposed to be helping Theodore with.

“I….” I mumbled, trying to get my head straight. “Huh?”

“What’s the lesson today?” he asked, his smirk widening still more.

“I… oh. Well,” I struggled to remember what I’d been planning. “I wanted to talk about sharing the interests and hobbies of the ones you love.”

To my surprise, Theodore’s face lit up with a wicked grin at my words. And then I saw his eyes drift to the discarded copy of Fifty Shades of Grey on the table.

“Well, I think I can make that happen. How would you feel about some hands-on practice?””

I glanced back at the book, nerves flooding me. What the hell did he have in mind?

Theodore stood up, holding out a hand to me. I glanced at it.

“Do you trust me?” he asked. I looked up at his outstretched hand.

Glancing over at the book again, the nerves came bubbling to the surface again. Could I trust him?

I’d thought I could trust Mr. Hobbs. I’d really truly believed he was interested in my cooking. But it was all just an excuse to get in my pants.

What if Theodore was doing the same thing with these ‘love lessons’ after all?

Then I looked up into his eyes, and I remembered the look he’d had earlier that night when he was afraid he was taking advantage of me. Mr. Hobbs would never have had that look in his

eyes.

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