I stare at Smith wordlessly, my chest pounding with panic. What got into me to say such a thing, and what if he responds negatively? What if he isn't here for me but to discuss business? What if he tells Mark and Casey about this little stunt? It's not my fault he's so attractive, I mean I'd been pissed off earlier at his chats. I tried to frown to set him off but I'm demanding something I've never experienced before. If only I can resist how hot and delicious he is right now. Everything about him screams alluring and I'm fighting the urge to lean in and taste his lips.

I take a step closer.

As partly expected, his smile fades and his jaw tightens. He sets some distance between us and it makes me feel hollow, as though I'm embarrassing myself.

“We've got to leave now. Go get ready,” his voice has a warning in its undertone. It reminds me yet again that who I'm dealing with is the ‘Almighty’ Smith Devons. I spent a good hour, running a check on his backgrounds. My findings weren't far from my expectations; filthy rich, eligible bachelor and sole heir of multi-international companies around the globe. He's a lot wealthier than Mark if considered and his magnetic pull, once he walked past my doorpost, is enthralling.

I stand, rooted and considering a second attempt but he sounded clear, his tone hinting at finality. 

“Now,” he adds, the twitch at the corner of his lips tells me he hates my hesitation.

He looks away while I glare at him. What's his deal? All week he's been stalking and trying to get through to me and now he's here, he's ignoring me? What am I even doing? Why am I suddenly so crazed about his body? Isn't it unfair he's driving me insane?

“Have it your way then. Not like I like offering myself to you,”

At those words, those wrong syllables, all I want is to crawl into a hole and disappear. Casey warned me that I shouldn't do anything to upset him and from the looks of it, he's getting annoyed by the minute. If Smith wishes for me to strip myself naked and do a lap dance, I should comply. I have no choice or say whatsoever in the decisions of my life because it's all because of Casey I even have a life.

But being close to Smith has awoken a strange desire that fills me up slowly, need rising in my crotch. I find myself thinking how much I'd enjoy it if Smith wanted me to do a lap dance for him. It's nothing too hard to do. After all, I'd love to see his pleasure.

I don't need to go through this dinner which I've had many times by myself most evenings but because it's Smith asking, I have to succumb to his wishes. It'd have been easier if it was someone less attractive like Mark. In such a situation, I could resist and walk away proudly and he'd do absolutely nothing. But a man like Smith whose entire demeanor screams money and wealth and who's got a hot body and face to go with? I'm no fool to throw this opportunity away.

I make my way to the foot of the stairs when he suddenly pulls me back, his strong arms around my waist. I moan, backed up against the wall as his hot lips trail three-light kisses down my neck. His eyes bore into mine. “You want to play that game with me? You want me to strip you right now and give you the best fuck of your life, against your will?”

“I suppose that'd be nothing compared to everything this alliance has brought to my life. You've got to understand I want nothing from you, not your money or your hot body so let's stop this pretence and part ways,” I say boldly, ignoring the feel of his erection against mine.

“Really?” he smirks. “Look into my eyes and tell me you didn't think of all the nasty things we'd do if we're in bed,”

“What...ew...” I stammer, looking anywhere but his gleaming eyes. “Alright Mr, I can do that. I didn't think of anything — ” he leans down a bit and claims my lips. Intuitively, my hands naturally locate his hard length and squeeze it.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans, his hot breath sending goosebumps down my spine. Then, as quickly as he'd started it, he steps back and I'm left breathing hard, my mind trying to wrap around his little tease. I can't deny the fact that I want more.

“Go get dressed now,” he smirks, slipping his tongue out to wet his bottom lips. My eyes follow this action with unmasked curiosity. I want his tongue in my mouth.

“Trent?”

Suddenly, I'm out of the lust-filled haze he has me in. “Be back in a minute,” I bounce up the stairs which squeaks beneath my weight. His dark, hungry eyes are all I think about.

I slam my bedroom door and lean against it, panting hard. For the first time, I feel like I'm actually breathing. I walk over to the mirror and toss off my sweaty shirt, slipping into a yellow Polo shirt. I gell my hair and slip into black chinos with matching sandals. I grab my notepad and phone.

I'm ready.