FATAL SEDUCTION: The Boy In A Cheap Suit | 18+

Lunch

Pedro's POV

"You haven't approved any designs in the last three weeks. The engineers are worried" Shanice squealed
"I am worried" she added as if that would somehow make me feel any different.

"I will do something about it"

"You said that last week"

I shot her a cold glare to remind her that I was still her boss and I love the way she shrunk in her seat.

"I will tell them to be patient" she said gathering her stuff and leaving my office, too scared to look back.

It's been three weeks since I employed Marco Alvarez and three weeks since I did any work. I had spent-quite shamefully- three weeks on my computer watching him do his work while I ignored mine and let it pile.

Those innocent green eyes, those sexy full lips driving me crazy by the minute. I came into the office hard and left harder that a piece of metal rod. And even though I had Fred sleeping over at my place, I was still very sexually frustrated. It was like my body knew what it wanted and wouldn't respond to anything else.

Poor Fred probably thought it must be something new about him. Maybe the new Gucci briefs he got for a thousand dollars each.

Pathetic.

I began to have lunch everyday at the second floor so that I would see him blush each time our eyes met. I would purposely sit across him so that I could watch him eat.

Imagine those lips on your body.

I shuddered at the thought.

This cute little boy was turning me into a horny pervert and I just couldn't stop myself.

I looked at my computer screen, already tuned to my favorite chanel. His gorgeous face. He was biting his lips like he always did whenever he was drawing or thinking or worried. I didn't understand how such a simple gesture could turn me on so much. I shifted in my seat and spread my legs to accommodate my bulge.

Stop being a pussy and ask him out.

What if he rejects me?

Reject you? Is he blind? He should count himself lucky that you are interested in him. Everyone wants a piece of Pedro McFarland and he gets it free of charge. That kid is lucky.

But I don't want him to want to be with me because I am hot and rich. I want him to want me plainly.

Plainly. There's absolutely nothing plain about you. Have you seen yourself. You reek of perfection. Rich, pretty and hot. What more could he ask for?

The real me?

To hell with the real you. Just ask him out and see for yourself. If he rejects you, then you can sulk for the rest of your life. But I seriously doubt that he would reject you. Have you seen him around you? He's a blushing mess whenever you do so much as move a muscle.

Okay fine, I will do it. But if he rejects me, I'm sacking him and moving on with my life.

There's always Fred

Fuck off!

I picked up the telephone on my desk and dialled his telephone number. I didn't have to look for it because I had already memorized it weeks ago. He answered on the first ring.

"Hydela Industries, how may I help you?"

That voice alone turned my insides into caramel. I felt my heart skip a beat, then start and then skip another.