Revenge- Arylie O/S

Part 4 - Please Me

Imlie stared at her laptop, unable to focus as she could see Aryan through the window talking to someone on the phone.

Aryan had wanted her to work from his cabin, but she refused. Partially because she didn't trust herself around him in such close proximity and partially because she didn't want any type of favouritism at the office even though she was now his wife.

She groaned and shut the laptop screen putting her head down on the computer.

Images from this morning flashed in her mind as she remembered her back against Aryan's chest. The grip he had on her wrist and how she felt when his lips were on her neck.

If he could do that to her without so much as taking a piece of clothing off, Imlie didn't even want to imagine what he could do when he did indeed strip her of everything.

As if that wasn't bad enough, the mark he left was huge and getting worse by the second. Although she had managed to cover it up with some makeup, she knew that it would only get bigger and more bruised.

Slowly moving her hair to the side she touched the area where his lips had bit down on her soft flesh hours before.

It wasn't painful but it did feel a little sore to touch.

Akkadbagge tum ka toh ab Imlie ki fire hi teekh karegi.  She thought to herself.

Just as she was about to open her laptop and start working again she saw her phone flash and a new message pop up.

ABP: Conference room, meeting in 5 minutes. See you there.

She rolled her eyes as she read the message. Of course there was a meeting and of course she was expected to go.

She might be Imlie Aryan Singh Rathore but she was still an employee and attending meetings was mandatory.

Grabbing her notebook and pen, Imlie walked over to the conference room. Inside she took a seat adjacent to the head of the table where Aryan would sit.

As she watched others walk in and take their seats she pursed her lips and waited on Aryan, fidgeting with her pen.

In he walked, a scent of cool and spicy air surrounding him as he sat down and looked at her. Smirking, he gave her a quick glance before speaking.

"We have lots to cover today everyone, so please quickly take your seats and let's get started."

She looked over at him and saw that the top two buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned. Thank god for Delhi heat. Licking her lips she imagined running her hands down his chest, moving down towards his pants.

Aryan's voice broke through her imagination as he continued on.

"We need better journalism if we're going to compete with other news agencies, therefore I want us to brainstorm after this meeting a list of topics to consider."

Motioning towards the lights he focused his attention to the presentation in front of him that was being projected onto the screen.

She was still miffed about this morning and wanted revenge. Although she was trying her hardest to focus on the presentation, all she could think about was how badly she wanted his hands all over her body, fingers running through her hair, her back up against the glass walls of his cabin as he went down on her, lower and lower and lowe-

Stopping her train of thought she felt her stomach coil inwards and her cheeks get red.
Now was not the time to be thinking of all this and making herself restless and hot.

The focus was on getting her revenge from one stuck up ajeeb bikat prani.

Not wanting to draw too much attention she slowly peeked at him from the corner of her eye.