'The Billionaire's Secret

Chapter One

Nena sometimes wonders how she survived at Salvadores Law Firm. She had an education, graduating with a degree in Marketing, but she patiently worked as the firm's receptionist for five years. Imagine, five years! Perhaps she excelled too much that they couldn't bear to remove her from that position.

Aside from being reliable at work, Nena is genuinely pleasant to look at. Anyone passing through the receptionist area wouldn't hesitate to approach her for inquiries. She also had a way of talking to clients that assured them they were getting the right information from her.

She stood at a firm height of 5'6 with Marilyn Monroe curves. She wasn't the slim type, especially with rounded thighs, but her body's curves were just right, so Nena had no issues with that. Being a receptionist, she took good care of herself. Her black bob-cut hair was always neat, with well-groomed bangs, red lips, and perfectly shaped eyebrows.

A smile was ready on her lips whenever she spotted someone entering the firm. But when Attorney Clint Guillermo caught her eye, she just squinted at him.

It was hard to smile in the presence of this man-his gorgeousness wouldn't let any woman relax. It could make anyone panic to the point of screaming. And she was one of them.

She didn't like the appeal of long-haired guys with a bad-boy image. Yet, she couldn't understand why she couldn't take her eyes off the man when she felt his presence.

Perhaps it was because he always smiled? He had thick eyebrows, and his eyes had an intense, Arabic-like feature when he stared. Her heart skipped a beat when those eyes focused on her. Nena couldn't fathom how intense his gaze could be, even though he often smiled at them.

Clint wasn't the stereotypical serious and brooding lawyer. Besides being smiling, he was also good at greetings.

He walked in wearing a formal cream-colored suit, carrying a black briefcase with his sleek hair tied in a low ponytail. They hadn't seen him at the firm for a while because he had a grand vacation in the US. As his eyes landed on their area, he tugged a lopsided grin-sexy and exuding a confident, carefree vibe.

And damn, it felt like he also tugged down her panties.

So what if he was already thirty-nine? With his handsome looks and the way he took care of his body, he didn't seem to be battling with aging. If they stood side by side, no one would notice that he was only twenty-eight, and there was a significant age gap.

He walked with confidence. It was intimidating because he was a big man. Clint had a domineering height and a strong muscular built; it looked like he really took care of himself at the gym. But here he was, working as a lawyer. Perhaps he just wanted to prove that he wasn't only about his physique but also about his intellect. And maybe his arsenal was quite extensive, given his notorious reputation with women.

How many women working in their firm had fallen victim to him...

Just thinking about it made her envious.

He looked really good at it. He seemed powerful, the kind that wrestled in bed, with long-lasting stamina, so it was likely he could go on for hours... Too bad she wasn't his type...

But hey, that wasn't the only thing big about him. His bank account was probably substantial due to his excessive generosity. In her five years at Salvadores Law Firm, Clint had given various things to them, especially after his out-of-town trips.

"Good morning," the man greeted them, accompanied by Tanya, who was with Nena at the reception. Tanya played with the ring on her finger, which had keys and a car remote.

"Good morning, Attorney!" they both greeted him almost simultaneously.

"I've got something for you both from my trip," he said, flashing a relaxed smile and placing his hand on the desk. "I'll give it later. I need to report to the office right away, so..." he shrugged.

Then his eyes shifted back to Nena. The man's eyes flashed a new smile, passing over her with a gaze that reached her chest because of the height of the receptionist desk.

His eyes lingered there. Was he staring? Or did he suddenly think of something?

His eyes were so intense...

Then his gaze slowly returned to her eyes.

It felt like his gaze lasted forever. Nena felt exposed to the sun, and any moment, sweat would trickle down due to the intensity of his gaze. Her stomach was even stirring from this tension!

She had been waiting for him to say something to her since earlier, but he just grinned before turning away and leaving their spot with Tanya to head to the elevator. When she saw him get on the elevator, she breathed a sigh of relief. Tanya noticed her release of breath earlier.

She laughed. "My God, does Attorney really have that effect on you?" she teased while arranging the log books on the rack behind them.

Nena just let her hand glide over the desk. "I was just surprised that he's back now-"

She paused when she felt the keys placed on the desk. "Oops," she grabbed them. "Attorney left this."

"Let's just put it here. He'll surely come back for it later," Tanya suggested, reaching out for the keys and car remote.

Nena turned away briefly from the desk to watch Tanya as she arranged the log books. She was just waiting for the opportunity to help her with the organizing.

"And done," Nena continued her earlier thoughts out of boredom, "he came here so early. Imagine, we're still setting things up here, and he's already heading to the office."

"Chief is already here too," Tanya said. "So it makes sense for Attorney to report today."

She pouted. "Why so sudden, though? Wasn't he supposed to be in the US for three months?"

Nena laughed. "Well, it seems like you're really not thrilled about Attorney coming back here." She glanced at him briefly. "Watch out, you might lose your inspiration."

"Joker," she chuckled. "He's not an inspiration to me; my mind just gets dirty when I see him."

She playfully assisted Tanya by carrying some log books to help dust off the dirt accumulated inside a magazine rack.

"You're really something," Tanya laughed. "Can you imagine how big he is?"

"Oh, yes," she joined in Tanya's teasing. Tanya had no reservations because she already had a husband. "I feel like my virginity won't survive, so I don't bother acting cute with Attorney Clint. You know, he might not fit, and then..." she didn't finish her sentence, bursting into laughter.

Tanya giggled. "And then?"

"That's it!" she said, still laughing. "Boom, wrecked!"

They burst into laughter.

Tanya glanced at the desk for a moment. "You're crazy, you really are-" Then she looked back. "Attorney!" she exclaimed in surprise.

Nena froze in her place. There were many lawyers working in that firm, but judging by Tanya's surprised expression, she thought she shouldn't look to find out who he was greeting.

"I came back because I left my keys," he said, impatiently tapping his fingers on the desk.

Seven. That was Attorney Clint's voice-smooth and deep.

Damn. Did he hear anything she said?

Tanya quickly handed him the keys left earlier by the man. "Thank you," was his short reply before hurrying away.

Tanya elbowed her. "My God! I didn't notice he was there!"

She still couldn't move. "My God, do you think he heard what I was saying?"

She saw the uncertainty in Tanya's eyes. Tanya even looked at Clint's departure on the elevator before returning her gaze to her.

"Hey, Tanya!" she bugged her. "How did he look just now?"

"He seemed in a hurry. Maybe he didn't hear anything. We're not that loud, right?"

She still breathed quickly. Nena felt like she was on the edge of death due to extreme embarrassment. But maybe Attorney Clint didn't hear anything. She blinked for a moment before nodding.

"Let's stop with the vulgar topics, Tanya. I'm the one getting into trouble here."

"You're crazy. You're the one who started talking about it," Tanya continued cleaning.

"Because you asked me to tell the story!"

---

Clint headed to the office of Attorney Mike Salvadores, the Chief Legal Officer of Salvadores Law Firm. As he entered the room, the gentleman, who kept all his hair white even though he was only in his mid-fifties, stood up. He adjusted his eyeglasses before accepting Clint's offered handshake.

"Take a seat," he said, gesturing to the visitor's chair.

"I dropped by to let you know I'm back and ready to take the case you emailed me about," Clint said, taking a seat.

"I'm glad you're back after such short notice, Atty. Guillermo," he said, placing one hand on the desk and the other on the armrest of his chair. "I don't really expect you'll be back this early."

"I'm getting bored in Las Vegas anyway, so I figured why not just come back here and get a job done?" he said with a small smile.

"If you still remember the Robles case from 2017 that you handled, well, it's being reopened. They want you to be their lawyer. They won't take anyone else that I suggest. They said they'd go to another law firm if you refuse," he mentioned, taking a seat. "You know that the Robles family is a big client for us."

"That's noted from your email, Chief," Clint said, relaxing in the visitor's chair. "What I want to know now are the details."

"I'll have Jeanie compile the files," he mentioned to the secretary before shooing her away. "Just wait. I'll send it to your desk."

"Looks like you've got your hands full too," he chuckled. "Not interested to hear my adventures?"

Clint noticed the grin, but he could see the seriousness in the gentleman's eyes. It meant he didn't have time now for small talk.

"Save that for some other time, Attorney," he waved dismissively. "Let me get my things sorted in here. Out you go."

Standing up, he said, "Okay, Chief. Tell Jeanie to hurry. She knows that I'm an impatient man."

His tone carried meaning.

Attorney Mike just groaned, focusing on his computer. Clicking something, he leaned back in his swivel chair, reading what was on the monitor.

Nena remained standing at the waiting shed, despite the late hour. It was eight in the evening, and she waited for the rain to stop before crossing. Why did she forget to bring an umbrella now?

Even if she had one, due to their strained relationship, she often lost her umbrella. In the end, she still ended up without one.

Looking up at the dark sky, she envied Tanya, always picked up by her husband's motorcycle. Meanwhile, she had to brave the rain, cross the street, and walk to the nearby FX terminal. She sighed, wondering what time she'd get home if she didn't catch a ride soon.

"Ah, whatever," Nena whispered to herself, braving the heavy rain while hugging her bag.

Feeling the splashes on her stockings and the water soaking her flat shoes, she couldn't help but walk blindly through the street. The raindrops were cold on her uniform and hair.

Suddenly, she was startled by bright lights and a loud honk. She almost jumped at the blaring sound. Stopping in her tracks, she couldn't even shout in surprise.

Reality hit when the car door opened, and a man's figure approached her, grabbing her arm. Despite the loud honking from behind, the driver seemed indifferent. He guided her to the shotgun seat, opened the door, and gestured for her to get in.

Nena hesitated, quickly looking at the man, who was still looking down. Recognizing him in the headlights' glow, she was surprised to find Clint. He nudged her, and she finally bent her legs to get inside.

The man circled around and got into the car. Nena hugged her wet bag, feeling guilty for getting him wet too.

He was now wearing an open-buttoned polo, his wet chest visible through the fabric. Raindrops slid from his neck to his chest, making her feel flushed. The fabric of his shirt seemed almost transparent. His nipple was now visible, and she couldn't help but bite her lower lip.

With his sleeves rolled up, his muscles flexed as he operated the stick shift, making Nena swallow hard.

She pressed her legs tightly.

"Why are you braving the rain?" he asked clearly.

"It's eight, Attorney," she quickly replied. "I've been waiting in the rain for an hour. I was just about to cross and walk to the FX terminal."

He nodded, turning his car. It seemed he planned to take her there.

"You might be out of your way, Attorney," she glanced briefly out the window.

"It's an injustice to let only the rain make you wet, isn't it?" he murmured.

"You too, Attorney," she teased. "You might take a detour. I'm not that girl," she laughed to lighten the mood.

After all, Attorney Clint was that cool. He joked with everyone, treating everyone equally, regardless of their position. Maybe it was the effect of his legal background, instilling a sense of fairness and justice in him.

She knew he asked a serious question, so she awkwardly turned it into a joke. She preferred to keep the assistance lighthearted; otherwise, things might get complicated. She didn't want to take advantage of Clint's sudden help. After all, she still had a clear mind. Even if she had a bit of a crush on the lawyer, she didn't want to be just a convenience. She wasn't raised that way by her parents.

Like ordinary women, all she sought in a relationship was something serious, not the casual flings or numerous escapades Clint seemed accustomed to. If she were to have a boyfriend, she wanted it to be a one-time deal, someone she could marry.

Unexpectedly, he chuckled lowly-lowly and sexily.

"I just turned my car, and now you're lecturing me."

"Well, you did turn your car to pick me up for the FX terminal."

The man grinned. "I gave you a ride because I haven't given you my pasalubong yet. I went on a break earlier, and you weren't at your post."

"Tanya did mention that, Attorney. I was in the CR," she replied, looking out the window, unsure why excitement filled her chest. "You could have just left it with Tanya, Sir."

"I give stuff personally, Miss Nena," he breathed out.

That was true, based on her experiences whenever Clint gave them gifts.

He drove his car through the main entrance gate of the FX terminal. Once inside, he glanced at the window. On his side, he could see the line of FX and passengers, so Nena looked in that direction too.

Clint turned to her. "It's already eight, right? You might get home even later."

There were many people in line, and only a few FX were left. Due to the sudden rain, commuters were struggling without umbrellas.

She faced the door to open it. The man was surprised.

"Okay, Attorney, I'm fine here. Thank you-"

"Are you serious?" he chuckled softly, making her look at him.

"Why?"

"I can drive you home."

Damn, that smile looked friendly. But she knew that smile. It's a trap! Wait, was Attorney Clint Guillermo trying to flirt with her again?

She narrowed her eyes. "Why are you being so nice to me now? We rarely talk in the firm."

"Why?" he shrugged and pulled back his car. "Has anyone told you that I wasn't kind?"

No one had. He was, in fact, a gentleman. The only bad record he had was being a playboy. It was the talk among the women in the firm. There were cold treatments among female staff or lawyers when one found out the other was the new bedmate of Clint.

Since they were in the receptionist area with Tanya, they were always updated on office gossip. They couldn't act unprofessional inside the office, so they resorted to passive-aggressive remarks when leaving the office.

Based on the gossip, it seemed the women didn't blame Clint for his choices.

Perhaps they accepted his preferences in relationships.

"You, Attorney," she teased. "Not that I mind, but maybe tomorrow, your chicks in the firm will be mad at me."

He laughed louder. He was already driving his car back on the road.

"And you're afraid?"

"Oh, come on, Attorney," she smiled while adjusting her seat.

He stole a glance at her, observed her state, and remarked, "Don't drown yourself in there. You can drape your blazer over the dashboard. So it can dry a bit. You wouldn't want to catch a cold."

She looked at him, the man focused on the road. A small smile teased her lips. Next, what would he ask her to take off, hm?

Nena bowed her head. She was becoming mischievous. This can't be!

"I'm fine, thank you," she said. "I might get colder if I take it off."

"You tell me what direction to take, okay?" he changed the topic, seeming disappointed.

"Okay, Attorney."

"And," he paused as the car stopped at a red light, "get my gift. It's in the back seat. Can you reach it?"

She glanced at the back seat. There was his briefcase, his suit blazer carelessly folded, and two paper bags.

"Which one, Attorney?"

He also glanced at the back seat. Both of them peered into the space between their seats, causing their faces to be close. He scanned the back seat.

"That red paper bag," he said, focusing his eyes on it.

Surprised by the closeness of his voice, she turned to him. His instinct was lightning speed.

He quickly caught her gaze.

Oh, it seemed God had no mercy on her today.

First, Clint practically heard her dirty thoughts while talking to Tanya. She was caught in a heavy rain, making it uncertain when she'd get home. And now, she was face to face with him at such a close distance.

It was as if God's to-do-list today was to give her a massive set of heart attacks.

The intent gaze from Clint was challenging yet oddly pleasant. It delved deep within her, urging her to reveal her entire soul through surrender. She shyly averted her eyes, placing her bag near the door. Turning around, she knelt on the seat, reaching for a red paper bag in the back seat.

Clint observed closely, his eyes tracing every curve as she positioned herself. Nena arched her back, and Clint's eyes followed her movements. As she reached for the paper bag, lifting one leg, Clint's gaze lingered on her thigh. When he realized his mistake, he averted his eyes.

She descended slowly, adjusting her posture. Clint stole a glance, noticing her straightening her pencil skirt. Nena placed the paper bag on the dashboard before hugging her bag again.

"Aren't you going to look?" Clint asked, eyes focused ahead, hands ready on the steering wheel, grip tightening.

"After I get home, Attorney," she smiled.

Better to wait until she's home to avoid revealing her excitement about the gift. Nena leaned against the window, focusing on the traffic ahead, pondering the contents of the paper bag.

Chocolates? Keychain? Refrigerator magnets? Those were typical gifts from people returning from other countries, right?

CLINT was in high spirits as he entered the Salvadores firm the next day. He expected to find Nena at the receptionist desk, but Tanya was the one there.

"Good morning," he greeted.

"Good morning, Attorney!" the woman replied cheerfully.

He looked around. "Where's your companion?"

"Nena?" she seemed surprised. "Why, Attorney?"

"I hope she's fine," he raised his eyebrows. "She got caught in the rain last night; I escorted her home. She's really wet."

"R-really? Wet, Attorney?" she inquired, intrigued.

He nodded. "Yup. She braved the rain." His concern shifted to curiosity. "So, did your family like the presents I brought?"

"Oh, Attorney," she smiled. "Thanks for the chocolates. I just set them aside for now, and the kids brushed their teeth when we got home last night."

He smiled and nodded, mimicking Nena's usual response.

"Oh," she approached the desk, "Good morning, Attorney!" the young lady greeted.

He scanned her, always doing so. He felt the need to ensure everything about her was perfect-from the way she carried herself in the uniform that accentuated her curves to the sleek black hair. His gaze lingered on her lips-luscious red, with a welcoming smile-her brown eyes exuded warmth beneath her dark lashes. A hint of blush adorned her soft cheeks.

She's perfect, indeed.

"Good morning," he turned towards her. "Did you see the gifts I brought?"

Her smile seemed awkward. He began to feel concerned.

"Yes, Attorney. Thank you."

His gaze lingered on her. He wanted to grasp her genuine reaction, but all he sensed was discomfort. Now, he was curious. Why? Didn't she clearly convey to Tanya yesterday how she envisioned him?

This woman could imagine how huge he is.

And, as usual, he was always willing to entertain women like her.

And why not Nena? He had been drawn to her for a while.

Ever since he noticed her behind the receptionist desk with her warm, captivating smile, she had already left him restless. It was as if he was not in control, an animal eager to pounce on her. That intense. A single glance, and she had already captivated him.

And he was captivated even more by her cheerful and accommodating nature. How she treated everyone with respect, regardless of their position in the firm, even with him. Whenever he passed by the receptionist area, he witnessed her interacting with anyone gracefully. She was willing to shimmy around in that damn sexy pencil skirt to assist people to the elevator or the closest restroom.

No wonder she lasted in her job for five years.

Too bad he misunderstood her sweet gestures towards clients. She appeared too decent, and he wouldn't want to complicate things with such a good woman. It was a hassle. He detested relationships that turned into drama and threats from a woman insisting on serious commitment, and he didn't take her seriously.

He always thought of Nena as proper and innocent. He didn't want that type of woman in his bed-no clueless or complicated situations. He didn't bring a woman to his room for a sex tutorial. What a waste of time when he could just get to the point.

By the way Nena spoke yesterday, she sounded liberated and open to it.

Perhaps he should have believed the rumors about people having hidden desires.

He had to seize that opportunity. Clint was going to savor her like a forbidden fruit.

Especially since she set him on fire last night.

He still vividly saw her in that wet uniform. He couldn't help but notice the cling of the wet blouse under her pink blazer. Her tight pink skirt hugged her round thighs. Damn, those thick thighs. He could imagine running his fingers on her skin, gripping her thighs tightly, parting them for his entry.

Her wet hair exposed her neck, a sight he eagerly wanted to explore...

Clint wasn't aware of how intense his stare had become, to the point that his heat was affecting Nena.

A forced smile appeared on her rosy lips.

"I just gave the chocolates to my nieces and nephews," she shared. "I'm not a fan of sweets."

Oh, he just found out. All he did was exchange pleasantries with the receptionists.

He didn't bother asking them the next day if they liked the gifts he brought for P 3-2.

He smiled. "Me too. I prefer something real spicy or savory."

Damn, what was he implying by saying that?

He sounded foolish! Clint thought so. But fine, he'd just cover it with a smile. That was always his saving grace-using his charm.

"I understand now why you don't look so pleased," Clint chuckled. "Got to go, ladies." He glanced at Tanya briefly and then back at Nena before leaving.

...

Nena paid for her FX fare on her way home. She was about to close her wallet when she noticed the black card. She took it out and read it.

The Org welcomes Nena San Pedro for One Night Only Access.

She furrowed her brow and read the back of the card.

Invited by Clint Guillermo, VIP Member. It even had the guy's signature.

At the bottom, it said Claimed Access on, but there was no specific date.

She flipped the card multiple times, but she couldn't find any clue about what The Org was or the purpose of this invitation. She felt hesitant to ask Clint earlier, especially with Tanya around. She didn't want the woman to get more excited about her, potentially revealing that she had a slight crush on him.

Invitation-does it mean a party? Why no date? Why is it labeled Claimed Access On? If this is an event invitation, Tanya might get jealous, so she avoided bringing up the card with the lawyer. She was also nervous earlier that Clint might mention something about The Org. Fortunately, that didn't happen.

She tucked the card back into her wallet. How can I bring this up with Attorney without making it awkward?

Tanya always beat her to the receptionist desk. So, no matter how early she arrived, Clint and Tanya would likely be there when she greeted them. Tanya would notice if she excused herself to go to the restroom and then chased after Clint. The elevator from their spot was clearly visible.

Then an idea struck her.

...

The next day, Clint sat at his desk, reviewing statements for a case involving the Cervantes. It was a business-related matter, and he was deeply engrossed when a contract lawyer, Estefania, passed by.

He knew Estefania- intimately- and was used to her attention-seeking ways. She sat at the edge of his desk and rested a hand there.

"Hi, Clint, welcome back," she grinned broadly.

She had just returned to Salvadores Law Firm because the firm assigned her a case.

"Thanks," he replied without looking up. His eyes were focused on the documents in the folder.

The woman's eyes roamed. She possessed a dangerous kind of beauty that once convinced him to play around with her. He thought it would be fun.

Well, that's what he thought.

"You just got back and already too busy?" she lowered her voice, careful not to be overheard by nearby desks.

"Yeah," he gave a curt response and flipped to the next page.

"How about I make you busier?" she purred.

"No time for-" he was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.

Thankfully, a phone call came to his rescue from this woman. He quickly grabbed the phone.

"Good morning, Attorney Clint Guillermo here."

Good morning, Attorney.

He paused at that voice. It was soft, almost a whisper or a seduction. That voice could convince him to stroke his cock. Thank God he didn't. He was slightly alarmed.

"Yes, speaking," he replied seriously. Estefania, on the other hand, continued to stare at him. It seemed she had no intention of leaving her position by his desk. She waited for his call to end so she could resume her attempts at persuasion.

He closed the folder and turned towards the phone, away from Estefania.

It's me, Nena.

He swallowed. Why did she sound like this now? In normal situations, her voice was lively, loud, and clear. Now, it was like an invitation to a secret meeting.

Or a secret conversation. Was she an expert phone sex operator or something? Damn, damn, damn...

Would her voice sound like this when they finally got intimate? Would she whisper in his ear and praise him for blowing her mind, wrecking her completely, just like she imagined?

"Hi," he suppressed a smile. "Is anyone looking for me?"

Uhmm... are you busy, Attorney? It'll just take a moment; I have something to ask.

Now, that's what he likes. He relaxed in his swivel chair. Estefania grew impatient and returned to her desk when another contract lawyer, part of their office, gave her a look.

"Sure, you can inquire. What is it about?" he replied, trying to sound professional. He didn't want anyone to notice that he wasn't working on official matters.

What's this about The Org?

He couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Attor- it was cut off, and Clint couldn't make out the word he heard in the background, but Nena followed it with silence before abruptly ending the call.

He didn't immediately take the phone away from his ear. Maybe someone approached her desk, and she didn't have the chance to say goodbye.

He carefully lowered the phone.

I'll let you know what The Org is, Nena, he grinned while resuming his work.

**Chapter Three**

Nena stood in front of the main entrance of Salvadores Law Firm. It was only 6:30 PM, and Tanya's husband had already arrived on his motorcycle.

"Oh, my husband is here," her friend said, looking back at her. "Thanks for keeping me company while waiting for him."

"No problem," Nena smiled at her friend, pushing her towards the motorcycle. "Go ahead, I don't want you to get caught in heavy rain and traffic again!"

And she really needed to hurry. It had been raining since the morning, and the sky was getting dark. She could feel the cold wind, indicating that another downpour was imminent. She was prepared, with an umbrella in hand, but she knew commuting would be a hassle again.

Tanya hopped on the motorcycle, already wearing her raincoat. She put on her helmet before holding onto her husband's waist. He nodded at Nena before they left.

"Okay," Nena took a step to walk towards the waiting shed when she heard a honk.

She didn't proceed with crossing the street, thinking a car might be passing. It did, a silver Lexus ES, and it stopped right in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing Clint's handsome face.

Clint!

Nena tightened her grip on her shoulder bag.

"H-Hi, Attorney!" Why was she suddenly stuttering?

The man smiled. "Hop on," reaching over to open the passenger door for her.

Nena hesitated, glancing around before facing him. "Why? Where are we going?"

"You're asking me about The Org, right?"

Her eyes widened. Oh, right! Earlier, Tanya returned to the receptionist desk, and she didn't get a chance to properly say goodbye to Clint over the phone. She felt sorry about it and needed to apologize!

But here she was, contemplating whether to get into his car again.

Well, they weren't that close for her to be comfortable with such an arrangement. However, considering she had seen Clint around Salvadores Law Firm for quite a while, and they exchanged pleasantries occasionally, Nena wasn't afraid of the man.

Maybe she was just nervous because she knew she harbored emotions for him. She always had this urge to touch him when they got a little too close. And last night's image of him soaked in the rain was still vivid in her mind. The man looked like he needed warmth, and she couldn't help but entertain certain thoughts.

But what was she thinking?

"Nena," Clint called, interrupting her thoughts.

"S-Sorry, Attorney," she quickly hopped into the passenger seat.

As soon as Nena closed the door, Clint started the car. He motioned for her to put her bag in the back seat.

"Sorry earlier, Attorney, I hung up on you. I didn't want Tanya to hear me talking to you."

"Sneaking around," he grinned, keeping his eyes on the road. "Sounds fun, isn't it?"

"What sneaking around?"

He glanced at her. "Why ask me about The Org?"

"Ah, wait," Nena rummaged through her bag to retrieve the black invitation card. She waved it to get Clint's attention, and he glanced at it before returning his focus to the road. "Give me this. What's The Org for anyway? Can I use this One-Night Only Access in Las Vegas?"

He chuckled softly. Why did his laughter make her heart race? It felt like his laughter was surrounded by a certain danger. His eyes grew intense, and she was both excited and overwhelmed by the tension.

"Don't worry; you can use it here in the Philippines."

"Okay," she said, looking at the card. "So, when's the party at The Organization?"

His grin widened. "The Org really means The Orgy."

"The Orgy?"

"Don't tell me you don't know what that means, Nena," he glanced back at the road.

What was he thinking? Did he assume she knew everything just because she was a receptionist and had answers to everything? She found herself getting annoyed.

"Should I ask you about The Org if I already know? You're the one who gave this, so you should explain it to me."

He seemed impressed by her sass. His lips curled into a wider smile. One corner of his mouth was lifted before he turned the car, passing by the waiting shed she was supposed to get off.

"Attorney-"

"I'll bring you home. I know the way to your place."

She turned to him. "Are you being direct? Am I your target now?"

"Target?" he stopped the car as they encountered traffic. He let go of the steering wheel, facing her. "What do you mean by target?"

"Attorney," she raised an eyebrow, "I'm a receptionist, so I hear a lot of gossip."

He leaned back, staring at her with intensity before suddenly grabbing her chin, pulling her closer. Startled, she held onto the backrest above her, realizing there were only two options for her to grab-his lips or his well-built chest. Her eyes widened as she saw both options, and she raised her gaze to meet his challenging eyes.

Having her face this close to Clint Guillermo. Damn, was she hallucinating? But no, this was real. She could see his eyes up close, feel the warmth of his big hand that seemed to effortlessly grab her chin. She couldn't help but lower her gaze, exploring his lips. They looked so tempting, subtly pinkish, wide, and moist...

"I'm asking you," he smiled, relaxed, as if this was a routine for him.

Maybe it was. She felt like she was the one losing control, given how close their faces were.

Because of their proximity, Clint lowered his voice, a low whisper that carried mischief on his lips.

"You're a flirt," she managed to say. But it didn't feel like she was talking about Clint. It was more of a reminder to herself, an attempt to wake up from the momentary forgetfulness. She was starting to fantasize about him again. She knew her limits and the kind of relationship she wanted.

Clint would never provide that, yet here she was, feeling a kick of excitement from this close encounter with the handsome man.

He chuckled softly. "Fake news," he said before lowering his voice, lips inches away from hers.

"How fake?"

"I was never in any serious relationship, Nena," he looked back at her. "So, you can't just say that I'm a womanizer."

She adjusted her seating. "But you engage in sex with many different women."

"I don't call that womanizing. I call it a lifestyle."

"What?" she was taken aback by his statement. "How is that a lifestyle?"

He sighed. "Don't you have a sex life, Nena?"

Oh God, how did they end up on this topic?

He smiled. It seemed like he expected her to be speechless. Well, she couldn't let herself look foolish in front of him!

"Why are you asking me that?"

"I should have an idea about your sex life, but if you have none, I can give you one."

She couldn't believe what he just said.

"You know," he glanced at her. His grin now playful, as if Clint was ready to checkmate her in this debate, "stop playing dumb with me, Nena. I know you're imagining how big I am. Now, you got me curious. Will you be able to handle it? Let's find out."

Oh no. Did he hear what she was saying to Tanya?

Struggling to hold back laughter, Clint shifted his gaze back to the road. He gave the car's stick shift a push and pull, and they were already moving. His confidence was so attractive, but wait, what was he suggesting?

Was he serious?

Clint finally answered her question from earlier. "The Org is a sex club."

"What?" she exclaimed.

"I don't have time for mind games, Nena," he said seriously, determination visible in his eyes. That determination darkened his pupils, tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "You want me, and I want you. So, let's do it."

"All women want you," she retorted.

"Don't tell me you're just going to settle for imagination," he chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on her. "Don't imagine how big I am; feel it."

Annoying. His words seemed to carry images with them. She could already see herself grabbing the bulge between his thighs in her imagination. She pressed her legs together forcefully. The man's presence was intoxicating, and his words were only making it worse.

"I don't want to ruin the surprise, but," he stole a glance at her, "it's really big, Nena. You can even taste it with your own mouth if you want. I'll give you proof of how real your imagination is."

She should be turned off by how indecent his proposition was. But no, the idea was strangely pleasing to her. How could she deny that she had been daydreaming about him for a long time now? What was the point of harboring envy towards the women he had been with if this opportunity presented itself?

The excitement was making her mind whirl. The man was direct about what he wanted, and that was commendable.

Clint grew impatient with the silence between them. "I'll give you some time to decide, Nena. But once we start having sex, the deal is sealed. BDSM. Every Saturday."

He really had this whole setup planned. Looking at his handsome face, Nena could tell he wouldn't settle for anything less than what he wanted. It was like he approached relationships the way he approached winning a case. If he was eager to persuade a judge with facts and reason, he was using the same tactic on her now.

She couldn't sit still. She was in the midst of confusion, debating whether to accept his offer or not. First of all, she had an ideal relationship that was far from what Clint seemed to want. Secondly, once she gave her virginity to him, that was it. She wouldn't have anything to offer her future husband. She couldn't proudly say she was still a virgin...

Clint was growing impatient with the lingering silence. "Take your time, Nena. But once you've decided, let me know. I don't like waiting."

Unable to contain her discomfort, she glanced out of the window, attempting to calm herself.

"Sex is for marriage. Sex is for marriage. Sex is for marriage," Nena repeated in her mind until the excitement brought by Clint's words subsided.

"Take me to the FX terminal," she said firmly.

She spoke quickly because she didn't want to change her mind.

"We've already passed it," he remarked as the surroundings grew darker. It seemed he wasn't used to rejection.

"Please, Attorney," she pleaded, holding onto her bag in her lap.

Clint let out a sigh. He looked for a suitable spot to make a U-turn before returning to take her to the FX terminal.