BILLIONAIRE'S UNINTENDED BRIDE

Chapter 39: Back To Office

Chapter 39: Back To Office

Arriving at work, a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation bubbled within me. As I stepped out of the elevator, my gaze instinctively searched for Luke. There he was – beyond gorgeous, every inch of him radiating an irresistible charm. Just watching him move, talk, and listen sent waves of attraction through me. My heart raced as he caught my eye and shared a secret smile, sparking an infatuation reminiscent of a teenage crush.

Effortlessly charming, Luke was escorting two clients toward the elevator. His every step exuded a confidence that seemed to leave a tangible mark in the corporate air. Our eyes met briefly, and for a fleeting moment, the world faded into the background, leaving us encased in a bubble of electric tension.

As they neared the elevator, his hand subtly brushed against mine. It was a fleeting, electrifying touch that left me momentarily dazed. To anyone else, it would have seemed inconsequential, but for me, it was a silent, potent message.

Once the elevator doors closed behind them, I gathered my composure and headed to my office, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts about Luke and our charged interaction.

The morning passed in a blur, my focus split between work and the lingering thoughts of our earlier encounter. When it was time for the department meeting, a tingle of anticipation ran through me. Entering the room, I felt a rush of excitement as Luke arrived moments later, filling the space with his commanding presence. Our eyes locked, reigniting the familiar thrill.

The meeting revolved around a new project involving advanced AI software, an area where Luke's expertise was not only impressive but also incredibly attractive. His occasional glances sent unspoken messages that both intrigued and excited me.

As the meeting concluded, Luke subtly gestured for me to stay behind. The room emptied, leaving us alone in a bubble of tension and anticipation.

He approached me, his gaze intense. "Careful, Mrs. Walton. You keep looking at me like that, and I might forget we're supposed to be playing it cool here at the office," he murmured, his voice a tantalizing blend of warning and promise.

The air between us was electric, charged with a mix of professionalism and raw attraction. "Your self-control is slipping, and we're not even alone yet," I teased, my voice a low purr.

Leaning closer, his breath warm against my ear, he whispered, "Do you know what happens when you tease me like this, Emily?"

A playful smile tugged at my lips. "You do have a company to run, Mr. Walton," I replied, my voice laced with challenge and amusement.

His laughter, rich and intoxicating, filled the room. "What's the point of running a company if I can't steal moments with my beautiful wife?" he retorted, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Leaning close, he whispered, "Meet me in my office in 15 minutes. He leaned close and whispered, "I'm thinking of locking my office door to show you how impatient I am". My heart fluttered with anticipation.

After he left, I remained flushed and breathless, the anticipation building with each passing minute. When I finally made my way to his office, my heart pounded with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Inside, the scent of his cologne mixed with the luxury of the surroundings created an intoxicating atmosphere. With a decisive click, he locked the door, sealing us in our private world.

"Take a seat, Mrs. Walton," he said, his voice a blend of charm and mischief.

"Don't mind if I do," I replied, playfully settling in his chair.

"Mrs. Walton," he began, his voice playful yet laced with intent, "I believe you're in my seat."

I moved onto his desk, meeting his gaze with a challenging smile. "Oh? What are you going to do about it?"

He closed the gap between us, his tone teasing. "I was thinking of a merger," he said.

"A merger, huh? Sounds...corporate," I replied, my voice breathy, his proximity sending my pulse racing.

He leaned in, his lips a whisper away from my ear. "The best kind of corporate strategy involves... hands-on management."

The room crackled with flirtatious energy, our words and glances weaving a tapestry of desire.

Then, in a move that was quintessentially Luke – confident, decisive, thrilling – he closed the final space between us. Without another word, we lost ourselves in each other, surrendering to a symphony of touch and taste, every caress and whisper a harmonious note in our unique composition. It was an emotional crescendo, a union that transcended the physical, speaking volumes in the language of touch.

"Well, Mrs. Walton, time well spent?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

"Incredibly well spent," I sighed, a smile playing on my lips. The intensity of our encounter had revealed a depth of connection that was both exciting and unexpected. Whatever life had in store for us next, it was clear that our budding relationship was rapidly transforming into something far more significant and thrilling than either of us had anticipated.