Her Eyes Under My Possession

chapter 1

Prologue

For Demon, walking into his of shouldn't have given him any cause for concern. He owned his owProloguen business and took pride in the work he did. His suit was pressed. He looked at every part of the dominating man that he was.

The receptionist smiled at him. He knew she wanted a piece of him. Most women did. At thirty-nine he wasn't looking for a casual relationship. When he needed s*x, he called one of his many women to accommodate him. He never mixed business with pleasure, and there would be no way he'd take a woman from the office home. His tastes ran to the extreme, and he liked to keep his private life private.

Ignoring the woman, he moved past the visitors' area and went straight to the elevator. Briefcase in hand, he stood alone as it traveled up to the top floor. The doors opened.

He stopped. Standing outside the elevator door stood a woman. Smaller than he, she would only come to his chest. She didn't look at him. Her eyes stared at the floor. Demon felt like he'd been punched in the gut. Her brown hair was tucked into a long ponytail. Men walked behind her, and he noted the stares she was getting. He glanced up and down the corridor.

She looked up, and he fell hard. It was like all of his tomorrows were rolled up into one package. The woman standing before him was the one. He knew it more than he knew what he wanted to eat for lunch.

"A-are you getting off?" she asked.

Staring at her lips, Demon heard her voice, but her words didn't register.

"What's your name?" he asked.

The woman, his soul mate, stared at him, baffled. Was this what people meant when they said they fell in love at first sight?

"I don't give my name to strangers," she said.

"He's not a stranger, honey. He's the boss," a woman said as she passed. He saw the change***, the blush staining her cheeks and the top part of her breast exposed from the white blouse she wore. As his gaze traveled down her body, he noted other parts of her just as stunning as her face. She had the type of body he***associated with the classic fifties movie stars. All curves. Nothing straight or bony about her. Her boobs were large, and he saw the beginning of her nipples poking out of the top. The blouse was tucked into her pencil skirt outlining her tiny waist and flaring out at the ass. His mouth watered thinking about getting his hands wrapped around her body.

"My name is Violet Moore, sir," she said as she pushed the cart into the elevator

"Where do you need to go?" he asked, not wanting to ruin the moment with her. Or leave her alone.

"Bottom, please." She spoke quietly. He had to strain to hear her.

"You mean ground floor?"

"Yes."

He stood in the cart and stared at her. For most of his life, he'd seen the way his father reacted to his mother. Coming to alert whenever she entered a room. As if his life was somehow connected with hers. Their deaths had been hard to deal with. Their strength had been something Demon had grown up within. Taking over Ashwood Enterprise had been expected. Doing it without his father present hadn't been his plan.

"How long have you been working here?"

"A couple of weeks."

Getting her to speak was challenging. Usually, women fawned all over him wanting to get their point across.

"Do you like working here?"

"Yes."

The lights on the elevator went down with each floor they passed. Her hands fisted on the bar of the mail trolley.