ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ

Chapter 12

Amelia

The rainy morning painted this city in gray tones, and the blurred colors seemed to pour over each other, creating an abstract work on the city's canvas.

Looking out the window, I followed the drops of water, that seemed to be racing, each rushing towards its random goal.

The taxi driver was in a good mood, a opposite to such a gloomy day, humming the melody of some song that probably didn't come out of his head.

If the thoughts in my head had a melody, their notes would be called by his name. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get him out of my head. And the more I tried not to think about him, the stronger my urge was and the clearer his image would be.

He was carved in front of my eyes. Both open and close. His smug face and eyes fixed on my every move like the eyes of a hawk stalking its next prey. His chiseled body, absolutely devastating to my psyche.

After I paid for the ride, I ran into the company, expertly but unsuccessfully escaping the relentless rain.

I almost bumped into Gabriel in the hallway, trying to brush wet strands of hair from my face.

"Am, the meeting with the banking group starts in 10 minutes. Hurry up."

"Just let me get ready and here I am. Don't worry."

We exchanged words on the fly and in a hurry. I rushed into the office, quickly removing my jacket and unbuttoning a couple of buttons on my shirt, moving my wet hair that stuck to it.

I almost froze and jumped when my chair turned and Sebastian was already comfortably seated in it. Like always, he seemed like he jumped from one of the pages of the spicy books I am reading.

"You scared the hell out of me! What are you doing here?"

He was unfazed by my hostile tone, but was rather amused by everything that had to do with driving me crazy.

His wandering gaze left burning spots on my body, looking at me lustfully. His Adam's apple would bulge every time he swallowed, and the veins on his neck would become prominent. I don't know why, but that turned me on. He kept his gaze on my wet shirt, his pink lips half open and inviting.

"Let me tell you something. . ."

He clenched his palms together into fist and leaned back deeper in my chair. He tilted his head slightly to the side and continued.

"I thought about what you said."

"So you were thinking about me after all."

I said it as an obvious statement.
Wanting to break the spell he had put me under I continued to do what I really wanted to do. I shook my hair with my hands to dry it a little. Then I intentinally sat on the edge of the table opposite him.

"As much as I hate to admit it, I have to say that I did."

He said bluntly, checking out my legs that were right in front of him. I wanted to play his game, even though every shred of reason in me told me the exact opposite.

"Think of it as involuntary thoughts. Ones that occupy me against my will."

I deliberately crossed my legs slightly and slowly began to lean towards him, feeling the cold drops of the remaining rainwater flowing down the valley between my chest. His lustful eyes were aimed at my cleavage and he almost painfully dragged them along the skin of my neck to eventually look me straight in the eyes.

"I think I was clear when I said that you are just a business for me and that I have nothing else to talk about with you that isn't related to work."