Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 87

Enjoy it? Are you out of your mind?

What on earth was he saying?!

Yvonne’s face flushed with urgency. She edged away from Marico, giving him a quick once-over from head to toe.

Sharp suit, impeccable taste—he looked every bit the picture of refined elegance.

Devastatingly handsome, yes, but with a mouth that never seemed to say anything proper.

“Mr. Hamilton,” she shot back, “how do you manage to drive with such a straight face? I could use a lesson in keeping my cool.”

Her words were pointed, a not-so-subtle jab at his shamelessness.

Marico adjusted his cufflinks with one hand, neither defending himself nor denying her accusation.

He arched an eyebrow, a faint smile curling at the edge of his lips. He looked, for all the world, like he’d just stepped out of a Renaissance painting—composed, striking, and impossibly poised.

“You really don’t know men at all, do you?”

“Oh?” Yvonne’s tone was wary.

Marico finished tidying his sleeves, then reached out and ruffled her hair, his voice dropping to a smooth, tempting rumble. “That’s all right. Give it time—you’ll learn what a real man is.”

Yvonne puffed out her cheeks, glaring at him as he focused on the road ahead, looking every bit the gentleman, even as his words danced on the edge of impropriety.

“My stomach’s acting up,” she blurted, clutching her robe in a panic, “I think I’ll just head upstairs and get some sleep.”

Clearly, she’d caught his drift.

Marico let his hand drop, watching as Yvonne all but bolted from the room. His usual stoic expression slid back into place.

She always looked so calm and collected, but tease her a little and she turned into a flustered kitten. Entertaining, to say the least.

He pressed his lips together, not quite done with the fun, and caught up with her in just a couple of strides.

“Head down like that, aren’t you afraid you’ll walk straight into something?” he teased. “What’s wrong, getting shy?”

“I’m not,” Yvonne mumbled, her eyes darting around, terrified someone might overhear.

Her eyes landed squarely on his waist, tracing the defined lines of his abs.

Those hard, sculpted muscles radiated raw masculinity. His lean torso carried the confidence and charisma of a man fully grown into himself.

Yvonne’s cheeks went scarlet.

She all but tossed the gift bag onto the sofa and fled the room, head down.

Marico watched her retreat, amused by just how flustered she’d become. He picked up the neatly wrapped shirts from the bag.

One was pale pink, the other a soft blue…

Seriously?

In nearly thirty years, he’d never worn colors this… delicate.

Holding up the shirts, Marico called after her, his tone edged with disbelief. “You really think I can wear these in public?”