Chapter 31
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My body temperature started to rise up. "I'm so sorry Mr. Moore! I didn't watch were I was walking." I said, trying to escape his heated hold.
'Why do I always bump in to him like this?' I groaned internally.
But he didn't let me go.
"Mr. Moore?" I called.
Mr. Moore didn't say anything instead his piercing gaze was directed at my ankle. "What happened?" He growled tightening his grip on my waist. I winched at the pressure.
"O-Oh this? It was just a clumsy fall accident." I laughed awkwardly trying to pry his hands away from me.
His gaze instantly met mine and I flinched. His blue sky eyes darkened like the night sky. "And you still came to work?" He raised his perfect arched eyebrow and looked at me as if he wanted to ask where my sanity was at.
I started to get slightly ticked off. 'Why does everyone have to ask me that!?'
"Well sir, this company doesn't pay me if I take a sick leave and I've got bills to pay." I tried to hold back the irritation that started to bubble up, but the sassy spin in my tone was clearly noted as I gave him a look telling him to mind his own business.
The simmering of his anger could be seen through his eyes as deep wrinkles started to form on his forehead. My fingers were itching to sooth those lines away that was marring his forehead.
"I will have a word with the executive members." He said calmly, smiling at me, but the smile didn't meet his eyes. "But you can't work today." He said in a firm tone living no room for any discussion.
"But-!" I was about to oppose his command, but he was quick to silence me, pressing his rough but warm thumb on my lips as he slowly backed me up against the wall.
"And if you have to work…" he breathed out, stroking his thumb across my lips; his eyes flickering from my lips to my eyes and I did the same. My eyes lingering longer on his lips before they moved to his eyes. The need to feel them, taste them. My body couldn't help but react to his every movement, his every touch.
'God, why does he have to be so irresistible?'
"then you will have to work as my sectary today, I'll pay you double." He continued stating his proposal in a low whisper, his minty breath fanning my face.
'What?' Me as his sectary? Isn't that absurd? I have zero experience with that. There's no way that I can do that not even for one day.
I was about to open my mouth to refuse his proposal and to just go home, but he hushed me up with his finger again.
'Can this man let me talk for just one minute!?' I really started to get frustrated.
"I don't take a no for an answer." He said smirking at me.
The pumping veins on my forehead were about to pop out, getting irked at how forceful he was.
A cough on the side could be heard. looking over I saw that we had gotten ourselves an audience. My colleagues were all standing around us in a circle formation witnessing our conversation. The female colleagues were all staring at me with disdain especially Sabrina her normally beautiful face that she would use to charm men with was now overshadowed by a real sour expression, envious of the situation that I'm in now. That's also when I realized that Mr. Moore's arm was still around my waist which only fueled the envy of my female colleagues.
Mr. Moore just like me noticed our spectators but still didn't loosen his hold on me. Instead this man just propelled me towards his office leaving our colleagues behind with their imaginations about what our relationship could be.
'Am I going to be killed?' I thought as dread came over me scared for my colleagues retribution once I'll get back to my seat.
Once entering Mr. Moore's office I could see that he likes a simple interior. His whole office was painted white with an undertone of grey. Infront of the big wide insulated glass was his chestnut brown colored desk, dominating the center of the room, with a pile of documents on it. On the side of the room was a same colored two seater sofa bed with a cream colored carpet in front of it.
It was a simple interior but it was nice. I liked it.
Finally Mr. Moore lets go of me walking over to his desk. Now that I finally had a good look at him I took the time to scrutinize him as he was walking over there. His silky onyx black hair was combed back, he was wearing a navy check suit that made his blue eyes pop out and not only that.
My eyes flickered over to his ass. The suit didn't no justice to cover up his muscles or ass it was hugging that man's body perfectly showing every bumps.
'God, he got some ass there.' I thought, basically eye fucking him.
I slapped myself mentally, scolding myself for acting like a starved hyena. I swear that I am a virgin! That man's sexual ambience can even turn a virgin in to a sex craving being.
He sat down on his chair. "Sit down." He said gesturing towards the sofa bed. I huffed blowing away a strand of hair away from my face as I hopped towards the sofa, plopping down on it crossing my arms and legs as I was glaring at him.
He chuckled and started to work on some papers. I just stared at him and admired the view of a handsome man working. A wrinkle would mar his face once in while showing his disapproval at some of the documents.
But I also started to disapprove of me not doing anything.
"What's my task exactly Mr. Moore?" I asked.
"To rest." He said his eyes never leaving the papers as he scribbled on them.
I exhaled frustrated. If I really wanted to rest I would have stayed home. So what? Was he never planning to let me work today from the beginning? Why not just send me home then?
I glowered at him and stood up making my way to the door.
"Where are you going?" He said calmly still not breaking away his focus from the papers.
"To work." I answered.
"Go and sit back at the couch Ms. Westwood." His voice hardened as he spoke.
My heart almost jumped out of my chest from hearing my last name through his
lips.
Hearing my name passing through his lips in his baritone voice send shivers through my spine. I don't even want to know what would happen if he said my first name.
"My name…" My voice came out like whisper. His eyes finally met mine. "I would be a terrible CEO if I didn't even know the name of the people working here, wouldn't I?" He grins. "Even though I would have liked it better if you would have given your name to me on the night that we had met." He chimed.
"So" He said resting his chin on the back of his hands with his elbows placed on his desk. "Are you going to sit back or do I have to punish you?" He looked at me eyes smoldering with an unexplainable heat scorching deep inside of them.
My breath hitched, my body started to heat up and hormones started to be released at the word 'punishment' somehow not minding it if he was the one giving it.
"What do you want from me Mr. Moore?" My voice came out like a squeak gasping for air as the sexual tension that was coating the air was chocking me.
He stood up from behind his desk and stalked slowly towards me like a predator trying to find a way to cut of his prey escape routes.
He slammed me against the door and I let out a gasp, letting go of my crutches. He hunched over meeting my face, pupils dilated. His gaze went to my lips lingering on them. My breathing became shallower and elaborated feeling the closeness of his face. His pink tongue went across his lips in a sensual manner. His eyes flickered back to mine.
"You know what I want." He said husky.
My eyes shifted to his lips and I started to lick my own lips. My body was shivering from fear and anticipation. "I don't." I breathed out sensual meeting his eyes.
He let out a primal growl cupping my chin roughly, pulling me in closer. Our lips were just inches away from each other and the need to connect them heightened.
"I want you April."
