BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son

Chapter Forty-Four

FLORA'S POV

I practically sprinted toward Alex as he stepped out of his sleek car, a beaming smile plastered across my face. I probably looked like a kid seeing candy, but I couldn't help it.

"Good morning, Mr. Bennett," I greeted, praying my blush wasn't as noticeable as it felt.

Alex's lips curled into that irresistible smile that made my heart do somersaults. "Good morning, Ms. Roberts. Did you have a good night?" he asked casually, strolling into the busy reception hall like he owned the world—which, technically, he kind of did.

Good night? Oh, he had no idea. After what he did to me, my night had been nothing short of spectacular. But we had agreed to keep things strictly professional at work, so I swallowed the urge to gush and slapped on my professional face instead.

"Yes, sir," I replied, keeping my tone as neutral as possible.

As we moved through the reception, the familiar chorus of "Good morning, Mr. Bennett" followed us like an entourage. Alex nodded politely while I trailed beside him, clutching my iPad like it was a lifeline, trying to match his long, purposeful strides.

"Fashion Week is just a few days away," I began, scanning his schedule. "Gret Fabric has reached out about a potential collaboration. They want to be our major supplier."

Alex hummed in acknowledgment, briefly nodding to an employee who greeted him as we passed.

"There's also an email from a Mr. David inviting you to an exclusive masquerade party tomorrow evening," I continued. "Should I decline?"

"No, don't cancel," Alex said as we approached the elevator. "David's a good friend."

"Noted." I made a quick adjustment, mentally filing it under his personal appointments for later.

The elevator doors opened, and we stepped inside. I kept my eyes glued to the iPad, ready to rattle off the next item on his schedule. But before I could even look up, Alex acted faster than my thoughts.

He slammed me gently yet firmly against the elevator wall, his lips crashing into mine with an intensity that stole the air from my lungs.

"I couldn't wait to get my hands on you," he muttered against my lips, his voice a gruff whisper that sent a shiver racing down my spine.

His mouth moved to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses that ignited a fire in my veins. My professional facade crumbled like a poorly stacked house of cards as heat pooled low in my belly. Images of last night flooded my mind—things I had tried to tuck away until I was alone and allowed to daydream. But here he was, awakening me in the most thrilling way.

"Alex," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. He grunted in response, pressing his hard length against me. "I thought we agreed to keep it professional at work," I managed to say, though my words lacked conviction.

"I know what I said, flower," he murmured against my skin, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below my ear. "But I can't behave when you're wearing this hot little dress."

He noticed. Of course, he did. This was Sasha's birthday present to me and she had insisted I wore it to work today. At first, I had thought it was a little too short and tight, but honestly, I had wanted to tease Alex with it. And it worked.

Before I could respond, Alex's knee nudged my legs apart, hiking my dress higher with the motion. His lips continued their exploration of my neck, while his hand trailed downward. When his fingers brushed the damp fabric of my panties, I gasped softly.

"Alex, what are you doing?" I whispered, though it sounded more like a plea than a question.

"Shh," he hushed, his lips finding mine again in a fierce, possessive kiss. The kind that made me forget we were in an elevator at work, where anyone could see us if the doors opened. He pulled back just enough to murmur against my lips, "Don't wear panties to work again, flower."