The Billionaire's Secrets

Chapter 11 The Jar

Storm's pov

I never knew he could dance like that! It was a mind blowing dance, we did. And we could feel the sexual tension closing in on us, thickening the atmosphere as we danced. I was still breathing pretty heavy from our dance. Remembering that I was trying to keep my distance I took my hand out from his and made my way back to our table. He stayed at my side as we walked back and our friends pulled us into a hug, while shouting how brilliant we were and joking about the sexual tension and how we made the dance look like sin. Suddenly I remembered what he said about taking me on a date. Now I'm not one to go back on my word but that didn't mean I was not going to make him work for it.

With exhaustion taking over, the girls and I went home since I had a long day ahead of me as I was going to do some spring cleaning. All through the ride I remember Jess and Bell talking about how Christian Gabriel and I looked good together and that they were suffocating with all the sexual tension. The last I remembered hearing was that I should take a risk and give the poor guy a chance cos anyone would be lucky to have him and clearly he was interested in me.

Next morning I woke up bright and early to begin with the day's tasks ahead. The girls were helping. "What's this? Bell asked holding a blue glass bottle with a corkscrew that held little rolled papers with gold ribbons around it. oh that was my wish jar when I was younger. It has no purpose now though. You can throw it away because those wishes are all pointless; I said turning back to the pile of papers I was sorting through.

Monday morning came quicker than I liked and I soon delved into my work pile. The week seemed to drag and every moment free to me was succumbed to thoughts of the dance with Christian Gabriel. During those 4 minutes, I let my guard down and just accepted the feelings that overcame me. I won't deny that I loved every minute of dancing with him. It was purely carnal, raw, intense, passionate and spell-binding. When my body pressed into his, I couldn't help but notice how perfect we fit together as our bodies melded together. But at the back of my mind, I remembered the saying of how 'you shouldn't trust a man that can dance'.

It was Wednesday and I had expected it to drag only to be greeted by an office bathed with bouquets of black roses. I looked at them with a tight-lipped expression and felt my cheeks heat as I took in the site of my office and my workers watched with curiosity. Turning back to close the door, I heard scurrying and I shouted at them about how I pay them to work and not pry in my life. I look for a card and see that it's from Christian Gabriel. "Tesoro, I believe you owe me a date. Will you do me the honour of going on a date with me please? Friday at 7pm. Be ready then and I will pick you up J." I knew it wouldn't be long before he would make good on this date and here it was.

I call Jones, my p.a and ask him to take the flowers and give them to the office workers but before he can come, I take a single black rose and put it in my drawer. Black roses were my favourite flowers. He did get me my favourite flowers right? Perhaps I'll be nice to him.