Stranger in my Ass-Chapter 219

Olivia’s POV

"You can’t be serious."

"Deadly serious." He gestured to the desk. "Sit. Work. Prove to me that you actually want to be productive."

This was insane.

But arguing would only waste time, and the faster I got through these files, the faster I could escape back to my room.

I sat down at his desk, spreading out the files, and tried to focus on the legal jargon in front of me.

It was impossible.

Not just because the legalese was dense and complicated, but because I could feel Maxwell’s eyes on me. Watching. Always watching.

I’d been working for maybe twenty minutes when I heard his voice.

"Come up."

I looked up sharply, confused, until I realized he wasn’t talking to me.

He was on his phone.

"Yes, now," he continued, his eyes still fixed on me. "My room."

Oh God. What was he planning now?

He ended the call and set his phone aside, that insufferable smirk returning to his face.

"Sir..." I started, dread pooling in my stomach.

"Keep working, Oliver," he said smoothly. "Don’t let me distract you."

Two minutes later, there was a knock on his door.

"Come in," Maxwell called out.

The door opened, and my worst fears came inside.

The two blonde women from downstairs walked in, their eyes lighting up when they saw me at the desk.

"Olly!" they chorused, starting toward me.

"Not him," Maxwell’s voice cut through the room like a whip. "Me."

They paused, confusion flickering across their faces before they turned toward Maxwell instead.

"Oh," Green Eyes purred, her attention shifting entirely. "We can work with that too."

I stared at Maxwell in disbelief. He couldn’t be serious. He couldn’t possibly...

"Dance," he commanded, leaning back in his chair like a king on his throne. "For me."

The women exchanged glances, then smiled.

And started to move.

I tried to focus on the files in front of me. Tried to read the words on the page. Tried to pretend that there weren’t two gorgeous women performing sensual dance moves mere feet away from me.

But it was impossible to ignore.

Not because I was interested - God, no. But because the sheer audacity of Maxwell’s move was staggering.

He was making them dance for HIM. Right in front of me. While I worked.

Was this supposed to be punishment? Torture? Some twisted power play?

I snuck a glance at him and immediately regretted it.

He wasn’t even watching the dancers.

He was watching ME.

His eyes were locked on my face, studying every expression, every reaction. A small, satisfied smirk played at the corners of his mouth.

He was enjoying this. Enjoying my discomfort. Enjoying whatever game he was playing.

"Problem, Oliver?" he asked, his voice carrying easily over the soft music one of the women had started playing from her phone.

"No problem," I managed, forcing my eyes back to the legal document in front of me.

"Good. Then keep working."

The women moved closer to him, their movements fluid and practiced. Green Eyes trailed her fingers along his shoulders. Blue Eyes swayed in front of him, her hips moving in ways that would make most men lose their minds.

But Maxwell’s eyes never left me.

Not once.

"You know," he said conversationally, as if we were discussing the weather and not sitting in a room with two women performing sexual strip tease, "I think Oliver doesn’t appreciate good entertainment when he sees it."

"Maybe he needs a closer look," Green Eyes suggested, starting to move toward me again.

"Stay," Maxwell ordered, and she froze. "I said dance for me. Not him."

There was an edge to his voice now, something possessive and territorial that made the air in the room feel charged.

I tried to focus on the files. Really, I did.

But my hands were shaking. My heart was racing. And I couldn’t tell if it was from anger, embarrassment, or jealousy.

"Mr. Wellington," I said through gritted teeth, not looking up. "This is completely unnecessary."

"Is it?" He sounded amused. "I thought you wanted to be productive. To prove you’re actually working. This is me... providing ambiance."

"Ambiance," I repeated flatly.

"Mmm. Don’t you feel inspired to work harder? Motivated to finish quickly so you can escape this... uncomfortable situation?"

Oh, he was playing me. Playing me like a damn fiddle.

He knew exactly what he was doing - creating an environment so distracting, so bizarre, that I’d either crack under the pressure or work faster just to get out.

Fine. FINE.

I bent my head back to the files, determined to ignore everything else. Ignore the music. Ignore the dancing. Ignore Maxwell’s penetrating gaze that felt like an electrifying touch.

"That’s it, Oliver," Maxwell murmured, and I could hear the satisfaction in his voice. "Focus. Show me how dedicated you are to finishing your work and finding my cat."

The sarcasm in the last word made my jaw clench so hard I thought my teeth might crack.

But I kept working.

Because that’s all I could do.

Work, and try not to think about how thoroughly Maxwell Wellington was driving me absolutely insane.

"You’re doing so well," Maxwell continued, his voice a dark purr that sent shivers down my spine despite my best efforts. "Look at all that focus. All that dedication. Makes me wonder what else you could be so... dedicated to, if properly motivated."

I gripped my pen so hard I thought it might snap.

One thing was certain - the moment I found Mitchell, I was running away from his mansion, and his twisted games.

Running and never looking back.

Even if a traitorous part of me whispered that I was lying to myself.

*******

Kira’s POV

I arrived at Damien’s penthouse very early today at 6:45 AM. I knew it was only a matter of time before I quit this job. I was with Kennedy now, and although he didn’t know this side of me, I knew he wouldn’t like it if he found ever out.

No one would want their girlfriend pretending to be a man while working for a hot boss - and one he’s obviously friends with.

I swept the premises, checked for any security breaches in the area before taking the elevator up.

The penthouse was silent as I let myself in with my key card.

I walked through the living room, scanning for anything out of place. Nothing. Kitchen - clear. Home office - undisturbed.

I was standing in the living room, mentally running through the day’s schedule, when I heard it.

"WHO’S THERE?!"

Damien’s voice, sharp with alarm.

I became filled with panic and fear, as I sprinted toward where the voice had come from - his bedroom.

"Mr. Wellington!" I called out, "It’s Kyle! Are you alright?"

"Bathroom!" came his response, and there was something in his tone that made my stomach drop. "I need... assistance."

Assistance?

I burst through the bedroom door, weapon drawn, scanning for threats.

Nothing.

The bedroom was empty.

"Bathroom!" Damien barked again. "Jesus Christ, Kyle, get in here!"

I rushed to the bathroom door - which was, concerningly, wide open.

And froze.

Damien Wellington was naked.

Completely, utterly, gloriously naked.

And somehow wedged half-in, half-out of his massive glass shower enclosure in a position that defied both physics and dignity.

"Don’t just stand there gaping like an idiot!" he snapped, his face flushed with embarrassment and fury. "Help me!"

I blinked, trying to process what I was seeing. But I failed woefully.

"How..." I managed. "How did you..."

"I slipped on the damn soap!" He growled. "My foot went through the gap between the glass door and the frame, and now I’m STUCK, and if you don’t help me get out of this immediately, I’m going to..."

He tried to move and immediately winced, his leg clearly caught at an angle that was both painful and ridiculous.

"Right. Yes. Of course." I immediately spun around, presenting him with my back, my hand flying up to cover my eyes. "I’ll just... I’ll help from here..."

Jeez... I can’t betray Kennedy like this.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Preserving your dignity, sir!"

"My dignity is GONE, Kyle! It died the moment I got my leg stuck in a shower door like a goddamn contortionist!" He sounded absolutely furious. "Now turn around and help me before I dislocate something!"

"But you’re... you’re..."

"NAKED?!" Damien practically roared. "Yes, Kyle, I’m aware! It’s generally what happens when one takes a shower! Now unless you want to explain to the board why I died because my bodyguard was too squeamish to provide assistance, TURN AROUND!"

I turned around, hand still partially covering my eyes, trying desperately to look anywhere except directly at... at...

"Kyle."

"Yes, sir?"

"Why are you covering your eyes?"

"Professional courtesy, sir."

"You’re a man with a penis, are you not?"

I nearly choked on my own tongue. "I... what?"

"A man," Damien repeated, his tone dripping with frustration. "With male anatomy. Which means you’ve seen one before. Probably look at your own every day. So why the hell are you acting like a Victorian maiden who’s never seen a naked body?"

"It’s different when it’s your employer, sir!"

"It’s a body, Kyle! We all have them! Now DROP the hand and help me get unstuck before I fire you for incompetence!"

Slowly, reluctantly, I lowered my hand.

And immediately regretted it.

Because Damien Wellington naked body, it turned out, was built like a Greek god.

Broad shoulders. Defined chest. Abs that looked like they’d been carved from marble. And... other things that I was absolutely NOT going to think about.

Focus, Kira. You’re professional. Kennedy also possess these features, don’t get confused now.

"Okay," I said, my voice coming out slightly strangled. "What do you need me to do?"

"My right leg is stuck between the door and the frame," Damien explained through gritted teeth. "I need you to lift the door slightly while I pull my leg back through. Think you can manage that without fainting?"

"I’m not going to faint!"

"You look like you might."

"I’m FINE!"

I moved closer, trying to focus solely on the problem at hand. His leg was indeed wedged at an awkward angle, the glass door pressing against his calf while his foot was caught on the other side of the frame.

"This is going to require me to... get closer," I said, already dreading it.

"Then get closer! Jesus, Kyle, I’ve had more enthusiastic assistance from hotel staff!"