His Obsession

Chapter Two

Charlotte

I woke up at the usual time and went about my normal morning ritual. I dressed in a simple, flowy knee-length dress since today is the last day of the week. It was 7 a.m. when I was done with everything. I walked out, locking the door. As I got to the end of the driveway, Damian's car stopped right in front of me.

"Mmm, right on time," he said when I got in.

"Good morning, Damian," I said after settling in.

"Good morning, dear. I hope you enjoyed your night," he asked.

Oh yeah, I did enjoy my night with you. I thought. "Yeah, I did; thank you for asking," I said, pushing out the thoughts. "I hope you enjoyed yours?" I asked.

"It would have been better if you were in bed with me," he said, his mind on the road.

My cheeks were burning. I'm sure I look red as a tomato, and his comment made me wet. This was not something I was expecting this early in the morning.

"Well, that's..." I shuttered, looking for the right word to say.

"Unexpected," he said, his smirk widening.

"Yeah," I managed to say. I wish I could slap that smirk off his face. "Do you mind if I play some music?" I asked.

"I don't have a problem with it," he replied.

I finally got cool music to play after having to skip a whole bunch of them because it was too early for erotic songs, which I wasn't planning to make matters worse.

"Why do you have a lot of erotica songs?" I asked.

"Because I'm a romantic guy," he replied.

I rolled my eyes. Well, he's not bad. We finally arrived at the company, for which I was glad.

"You know you shouldn't stare at me," I said when I realized he was looking at me.

"Why shouldn't I?" he asked, with his eyes still on me.

"Because you shouldn't," I responded.

"When I have a beauty to behold, I can't help but get lost in the pool of her eyes," he said.

"Do you have to be flirty this early in the morning?" I asked, alighting.

"With you, yes," he replied. He headed towards the building, with me walking behind him.

"Oh, one more thing. I don't want you walking behind me," he said, turning and waiting for me to get closer. "It's either you walk beside me or in front of me. And I prefer the latter; I'd like to see things," he winked.

I rolled my eyes. "I guess I'd opt for the former." I gave him a sweet smile.

"If we weren't in the parking lot," he said, snaking his arm around my waist, "I'd have kissed that lip gloss off your lips."

His face was a few inches away from mine, and I could feel his breath on my cheek. Giving me a peck on the cheek, he let go of me.

"What just happened?" I thought.

"Earth to Charlotte," he said, snapping me out of my trance. "I think if I don't drag you out of here, you'll be here thinking that only God knows what's running through your mind," he said, dragging me along.

We arrived at the entrance hand in hand, laughing at random topics.

"Mr. Johnson," I heard Jane's high-pitched voice say a few feet away from us.

"Yes?" he answered, not too pleased with this encounter early this morning.

"I think I should get going," I announced.