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His Pretty Little Thing (The Personal Assistant)

r18 (Intentional Love And Erotic Scenes). I was determined to work my way back to the top after taking a rather long break from the corperate world. Fate did it's thing and I found myself back in the same space with my most dreaded ex. Working at Nolem PLC as a personal assistant was fulfilling. The feeling of love and lust clouded our senses for a very long time until Thomas Maclewin stepped in. An engagement to a childhood friend, The sudden reappearance of an ex and Thomas Maclewin, The Chaos, The bitterness, The feeling of betrayal, Family, Love, Lust and Romance all gave rise to a beautiful and relatable love story. Excerp 1 "You think I would be interested in just any random woman who puts her room key in my hand. What the hell kind of man do you think I am." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Didn't he tell her he hasn't been with anyone else since her. Where was all this coming from. "Did you not understand when....." "No, you don't understand!" She interrupted, slamming a brush on the counter, looking up at him furiously. "I'm not like this, I'm not someone that sleep with her boss. I'm thirty and I've only been with two men my entire life, you inclusive. And I've never let any man rid me of my sense of reasoning, ever!" She yelled, her voice getting louder with each word. "But when I'm with you, it's like nothing else matters. This... this thing," she continued, gesturing between them. "This isn't me. It's like I turn into a different person when I'm with you, and I hate it. Maybe it's so easy for you, but it's not same for me."

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"Clothes do make a difference, don't they?" she said a little nervously.

"They definitely do." Bennet replied

She could not decide whether he was just trying to be nice or he meant everything he said.

He put down his empty glass. "Shall we go in to dinner?"

She sighed with great relief when she learned that Beatrice never joined him for dinner, but as each course was placed before her and she sought a little desperately for topics of conversation, she began to feel that the presence of a third person might have made the situation easier. He answered each of her questions courteously enough, but he seemed indisposed to make small talk. After a long struggle of trying to keep up with several topics for conversation, she finally fell silent, watching his dark, withdrawn face.