Besieged(7)

By: L.P. Lovell



“Mr Ellis.” Josh greets him and holds out his hand.

His eyes never leave me, but his face shifts becoming colder. He seemingly ignores Josh, his eyes locked and penetrating.

“Mr Walker.” He finally acknowledges Josh, but still does not release me from his stare. His face is a mask, giving away nothing. He only holds me, pinning me with a single look. I hold his gaze, refusing to look away, refusing to show weakness.

“I didn't expect to see you in person. I know you're a busy man." Something about Josh's comment seems to amuse him as his lips turn up in a small smile. The mask cracks and suddenly here's the man I met on Saturday night, the hot, smooth, cocky guy who doesn't know when to quit. I'm normally pretty immune to male charm, but I have to say, I’m proud of myself right now. I could have had that on Saturday night and I turned him down. Admittedly I turned him down because he was so bloody sure of himself what with his ‘come home with me’. Really? Is there a woman out there with so little self-respect as to say yes to that proposition? I look at him again, that face, that body, which you can just tell is going to have just the right amount of chiselled abs to set a girls heart racing. Okay, yes, there are definitely women who would go for the forward approach. Luckily for me I’m not one of them right now.

"Um, this is my intern Miss Parker.” Josh splutters, seemingly aware of our odd exchange taking place.

“A pleasure Miss Parker.” He holds out his hand to me, smirking in that arrogant way of his. I take it and promptly let go. My body thrums at his touch, basking in the energy rolling off of him in waves. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Compose yourself! When I look up again he flashes me a small knowing smile, the smile of a man confident in his effect to the point of infuriating arrogance, he remains impassive and calm. I smile back politely as though nothing happened. God I need to get a grip.

“Please sit.” He gestures to the seat on his left tearing his eyes away from mine; he diverts his attention to Josh. I sit. Josh sits to his right.

I exhale in relief, shit that was so intense. That guy could manipulate a woman with a single look. It’s written all over him, he is the ultimate player. I knew he was a player the moment I saw him, now I can see why. With a face like that and enough money to buy your own country, the world must fall at his feet. Oh and not to mention the kind of power that could physically bend people to your will. I am so glad that I am a total control freak and turned him down. Can you imagine? Awkward. If I’d had a couple more drinks I may have been persuaded. I mean who wouldn't, he is beyond gorgeous, and something tells me a man with that much prowess would be an animal in bed. He did promise three orgasms after all.

Still, he’s that guy. The one who seems to have it all and oh how I wish I wasn’t attracted to him right now. He’s just the kind of guy I love to hate.





Chapter 3 – Theo



Well what are the chances? Of all the offices in London, she had to walk into mine. Lucky me. I can't say it hasn't thrown me off slightly though. My cock jumped up like a bloody jack in the box when she shook my hand. Yes my hand, from the way my over eager appendage is acting you'd think she'd grabbed that instead. But what can I say, I find her intriguing and by that I mean she is probably the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and believe me, I’ve seen a good few. There's something about her that is far beyond the normal realms of attractive. She has that draw. I noticed it the first time I met her, it's just so damn irresistible, I still can't pin point an exact reason for it. It takes a lot to grab my attention like that once, but to hold my attention is nothing short of miraculous.

As much as I would love to look at that view all day I need to be semi-professional. I take a deep breath and try to focus on the man sat in front of me, but I’m acutely aware of her presence like a domineering force pulling me towards her, demanding my attention.

“We have the contracts for you sir.” He says very formally.

“Good, but we need to talk about our options. What have you managed to dig up?” Good, yes I must focus on him, do not look at her or I’ll be a walking hard on for the rest of the day.

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