Awakening Promise

Chapter 2

Antoine entered the penthouse, ready for the updates and introductions of the new CFO. As Lamont, his best friend and executive CEO, spoke with him, he felt a tingling down his spine, making him quickly scan the room for the culprit.

Antoine's eyes moved around the table and came to a standstill. They landed on her, the woman from the elevator. Her eyes were deep and penetrating, sparkling like diamonds, shaped like cat eyes with crinkles in the corners, and the full color of hot espresso with a dash of cream. With the sunlight from the window causing a bright glow in the room, she was even more alluring, a natural chocolate beauty.

Her perfect bowed lips were highlighted with black cherry-colored lipstick.

She wore her brown hair in a natural short, chic, feminine curl and cut, which spoke of her strong personality, independence, and self-awareness.

He blinked, and breathtaking was the first word that came to mind. Looking at Promis more intensely, he immediately thought, "mine," as his body was roaring to life with an animalistic instinct to claim her.

Taken back by that thought, he continued to look at her. His body was interested no matter what his head had begun to say. He knew right away this was trouble waiting to happen. This strong attraction was different from what he expected. This instant chemistry was something new and an experience way beyond the norm for him.

"Stay focused," he silently said before regrettably returning his attention to the conversation with Lamont.

Promise inserted her headset and bent to retrieve her pen from her case. Upon coming up from under the table, she heard a voice so silky and masculine that a shiver went down her spine.

The voice was a smooth deep baritone. It was intense, soothing, and sexy.

"Damn," came through her headset, causing her to turn around to look at her assistant.

She found her staring over her shoulder. Promise spoke into her headset, asking her, "Do I even want to look?"

Briel responded, "Oh, hell yeah."

Promise placed on her most professional face and turned around toward the doorway. She looked up from her files into the same dark eyes she'd seen earlier today; only this time, they had taken on the color of midnight.

Her breath caught, and her heart accelerated all at the same time. She realized it was his voice she had heard as Antoine continued to speak with another exec.

His voice heard the tone of his confidence and of his power. At that moment, he turned, and Promise was trembling beneath his penetrating stare. The way he looked desirously at her made Promise feel like she was the sexiest woman in the world. It was as if no one else existed beyond them in this room.

Their bodies had a silent yet very loud conversation, and she was hearing him all too clearly as her nipples started to tingle and pucker. Just looking at him made them ready to be devoured by his mouth.

Her blouse was gently swaying from the air conditioning, and it felt so erotic rubbing against her tightened nipples. She pulled her jacket a little bit tighter around her chest. Mortified, she prayed Antoine wouldn't notice.

Promise couldn't stop the moisture from gathering between her legs. She couldn't control her body's reaction, no matter how hard she tried. She started shifting in her chair, trying to ease the ache.

His masculinity called out to Promise, and how he looked at her made her feel as if his eyes were trying to memorize every part of her. She felt his eyes caress through her clothes, and she gasped. As her body was in acceleration mode.