In His Fantasies

4. Roman

Astrea

I look outward in shock and pure amazement at the men in suits that sit before me. If there is a god I don't know whether to thank him or yell at him for putting me in the middle of this twosome.

"Oh fúck me."

I whisper as the men in question turn their heads to me. My gaze finds that of the handsome yet belly-churning blonde on the couch eyeing me. A slight smirk tugs at his lips as his eyes run down my frame.

"Our pleasure, love."

It's him. I'd know his voice anywhere. One man I've despised since our first encounter and the other I've gushed over not even a few hours ago.

I'm not sure if this is karma and to be completely honest these men sitting before me would be any woman's wet dream but not mine, these two dominant species scare the shit out of me. Their intimidating glances and posture make me feel like prey. Just waiting for them to pounce and I'll have nowhere to run.

My mouth falls agape resembling a fish as my nerves take over and just like that, my brain is fried. I'm speechless much to my displeasure and the harder I try to form some coherent sentence the emptier my brain becomes.

"Spit it out love, or don't. I don't mind."

He says teasingly falling back onto the leather couch he sits on. I'd like to see him be in the middle of a testosterone-filled room. It's nerve-wracking yet my body still settles on its decision to not back down. Despite every part of me yelling to abort I stand as confident as I possibly can waiting for my voice to be released.

It's like my entire being has been taken over and like a game, they are playing me. Affecting me in such a manner every sense in my body goes into overdrive and nothing seems to work.

"Ms. Novak I apologize for my friend"

As I said, any woman's wet dream but my stutter turns this into a nightmare from hell. I swear my body can never cooperate when I need it to. Un-fúcking reliable is all it is at this point.

"Tell me Kellen, who is this remarkable creature standing before us."

I'm not sure if he truly doesn't recognize me or if he's just fúcking with me. His eyes hold no sliver of amusement as he looks me up and down almost undressing me with his eyes. His gaze isn't as uncomfortable as it is embarrassing. I feel like I'm being thrown to the wolves waiting to be torn apart with everything they find wrong with me.

To make it worse the combination of both of their deep voices only heightens the attraction anyone can see vibrating off both men. It's not like they are oblivious to their effects on women, just to the women themselves.

"Ms. Novak, this is my business partner Roman. Roman this Astrea Novak."

"Tell me, Ms. Novak. Do I know you?"

Would it be rude to tear his ass apart for not remembering? Probably, but seeing him brings back the events of that day. He was the asshole CEO.

The reason for my animosity towards rich assholes who hold their dicks so far above everyone else's you'd think they were made of gold. It's in their nature but it doesn't mean it's right.

"I'd like to think you remember the girl you practically ran over and then tried to pay off with an offer for...what did you call it?"

"Soul crushing sèx."

He fills in for me giving a gut-rumbling laugh as he buttons his suit jacket and stands. His hands run down the front of his black suit adjusting the jacket as he sends an alluring smile my way flashing his brilliant teeth, which would have any ordinary woman on her knees in submission.