Fierce Desire: A passion unleashed

Dragon meets Phoenix: Scent of Intrigue

Amira's POV

I stepped off the elevator fuming, once again my dad made a business decision using my life as an asset.
"You will marry, this is for the business"
"What about love I've never met this man, what if I don't want to marry at all"
"Love will come, connections are more important"
"Like love came for you and mom" I snapped
I guess he is my father since we both tend to love fanning the flames of each others wrath

Two days later: the meeting
I thought my entire life was over as I sat, legs crossed, hair in a tight bun and a plain black dress that hugged my every curve, just the way my father liked it, professional and boring. He sat across from me sipping tea and ignoring the fact that I did not want to be here, just as I was about to make one of my legendary scenes a scent caught my attention, light, clean and sweet it lingered in the air causing me to stop dead in my tracks when the door opened and the scent grew stronger. In stepped two individuals the woman, wait no, the man, confusion, why does he smell distinctly like the woman I met yesterday and why does his scent make me what to jump him. My body became frigid and my core was doing the craziest summersaults. What, why is this person here and who is she, wait he, still confused, although I'm certain I want them more than I've wanted the oxygen, which currently seems lacking, in my lungs.
"Mira, MIRA" my dad calls snapping me out of the mirage I'd fallen into
"What?"
"Meet, Michael" he gestures to a tall man to the left with broad shoulders, well dressed and a scar above his left eye, one that would scare any decent woman, however I am far from decent. Born and raised by an assassin to one day take his place as Lady shigamoto. I bow my head and tried to ignore the glare that was pulling me down that rabbit hole, I had no idea existed.
"A pleasure and a beauty" rough calloused hands grabbed my chin and lifted my head. without a thought, I reacted by snapping his pinky out of place and breaking his nose with one solid blow. I caught myself and reared back as the seductive smell enveloped me from behind, snatching me from continuing my assault.
Blame the man that brought you here, I was taught that even the most seductive touch can be deadly and being trained in the art of seduction was why touching me was a no go, but for some reason unbeknownst to me when they touched me even the roughness felt sexual and called to the cruel, defensive parts of my being. My head caught a chin and as the hands around my waist slackened, I turned and stomped on the Italian leather shoes with my 3 inch heels that reminded me of an old church lady. As a matter of fact, my entire ensemble reminded me of an old church lady.
"Mira, stop this instant"
I froze and turned to see my father, red as a beet staring daggers at me. Micheal touches his shoulder and smiles
"I guess assassins do have the sharpest weapons" the smile he turned my way made my blood run cold before his eyes moved behind me and he said
"Alex, I think she has bested you"
So Alex is the name, without a thought I blurted
"By the way, are you a man or woman?" The room went deadly silent, before laughter erupted starting with Alex
"Well at this moment I am a man" Alex said after clearing his throat.
His silky voice sent a shiver down my spine, he sounded like smooth whisky, my type of drink and the eyes leveled at me unwavering, deep and mesmerizing brown depths. Clearing my thoughts I turned back to Micheal and my dad
"Well then, which one of them is my soul being sold to and by the way remember you are marrying someone that can kill you in your sleep" the look on my fathers face told me that he did not appreciate or approve of my sly remarks and the intent behind my words
Alex walked into my line of sight and with a sultry smile said "although I am prepared to die, I do know that's not your style. The last man you dispatched left a message that even I became intrigued and believe me not much intrigues me"
I rolled my eyes trying to dismiss the tingle that came with his compliment.
Why, how is he doing this to me? Last I checked I've liked women all my life but his eyes, his sultry voice, bronze skin and face that in all honesty resembles that of a woman (maybe it's the lack of hard lines or my imagination, what the hell) and the mare fact that the man looked like sex personified did things to me.
"Well do you want to tell me what interested you so much to even say yes to my father's proposal, which if you haven't noticed I'm clearly against"
"Oh your distaste is well noted however when my interest is captured, there is rarely anyone or anything that can deter me and for the record..........I proposed marriage to you"
Dumbfounded doesn't begin to describe the shock I felt. I looked at my father waiting with bated breath for confirmation but all he does is smile at me. Steadying myself I walked back to the chair I occupied previously and sat down, compiling my thoughts I began
"So tell me Alex, what is in this marriage for you, is it that you need your father dead to take over or do you have an older sibling standing in your way to riches and glory?"
The room was silent and as I raised my head in the direction I left Alex, the look leveled at me was deadly. Once again, I looked at my wonderful father for clarification and he just stared, jaws dropped. Before I could speak again Alex spoke In a tone that sent chills down my spine
"First, I'd suggest a little research on the man that proposed to you. Second, my father is dead and since you've proven what a bitch you are here is the contract for our marriage."
He looked at Michael who opened the case he was carrying and handed him an envelope which he then tossed in my lap.