Romancing A Banking Magnate (Full English Version)

Chapter 8

"Come in," Xavier answered as he heard knocks at the door. He raised his head, and he saw the door of his private office swung open. Chona, his assistant, popped in his line of vision.

"Sir, a certain Atty. Katrina De Leon is outside, and she wants to talk to you," she informed him.

His eyebrows cocked. He tried to rake his brain for the mentioned name, but it was not familiar. "Atty. Katrina De Leon, who?" He covered the mouthpiece of the telephone as he spoke. He was talking to an important client on the other line. "Do I have an appointment with her?" he asked, quite uninterested.

"No, sir, but she was told to come here to see you. That's what the receptionist said."

The lines on his forehead burrowed deeper as he tried harder to remember a certain Atty. Katrina de Leon, but it really didn't ring a bell. He didn't know her, he was sure of that now. "I don't know her, Chona. If she has no appointment with me, I don't feel the need to talk to her." Then, he silently cringed when a thought passed on his mind. What if she was one of the girls who wanted to apply to his ad? Well, the more he had the reason not to see her. He had already terminated his ad two weeks ago, and he wasn't accepting applicants anymore. He already lost his interest on it, and he was eyeing for a new plan on how to fvcking save his life from being doomed.

Xavier pressed his black, leather shoes against the soft-carpeted floor and pivoted his swivel chair, dismissing his assistant. He was about to resume his conversation over the phone when his stare landed on the one way mirror that served as a partition between his spacious office and the visitor's receiving area. And from where he was at, he saw an unforgettable face, something that made a huge impact on him.

"Who is she?" he couldn't help but mumble. Dang, but he felt as if he saw Venus descended to Earth and stunned his eyes. The woman was apparently very pretty with a sexy, guitar-like figure. She was sure to give J.Lo a run for her money in a Body Beautiful Competition. And he would bet on her, of course!

He could see her fully as she was facing his direction. With keen interest, he studied her features without the woman's knowledge. Her attention was focused on scrutinizing the Picasso painting that hung on the one way reflective glass partition of his office.

Her beauty was the kind that could make heads turn. His head actually snapped when he caught a glimpse of her. Clad in a booty-revealing skinny jeans and body-hugging baby tee, the woman looked breath-taking. He could say that she wasn't one of the usual hot chicks who walk in his orbit. Despite looking like a sex goddess, she still maintained an aura of class and refreshing innocence. And that separated her from the rest.

His stare riveted at her oval-shaped, pretty face sans make-up. Her sleek, one-sided, flowing tresses that draped around her shoulders emphasized her high cheekbones. She had thick, but well-shaped eyebrows Ala Audrey Hepburn, almond eyes rimmed with heavy lashes, an upturned nose that was quite pointed at the end, and oh, she had full, luscious lips, too!

He had to admit that her facial features were quite smashing. It made a great impact on him, but as facially appealing as she was, her body, too, required immediate attention. And he assessed her further. His eyes traveled down to her swan-like neck, and settled for some time at the exciting swell of her breasts.

Xavier swallowed hard as his eyes stopped at her chest. He could picture out how round and firm her sweet peaks were as they strain against the fabric of her tee. The swell of her breasts elicited a violent reaction deep within him. It was a strange feeling, but something that he was hoping to feel for the last few months now. And damn! How he missed the feeling!

Her breasts were already an aphrodisiac, but when his eyes traveled down some more and landed at the junction of her wasp waist and wide hips, the killer curves was too hot to handle. And her booty, ah... but the mound of the flesh that filled her skinny jeans was insane!

He wanted to grab her right there and then and run his hands all over her body. Just the thought of him touching her instantly put him afire. It was as if an involuntary reaction to a carnal stimulus.

She was dressed simply, but the effect that she created in his system was kinda like a hurricane. The gorgeous brunette, with dark as midnight eyes, blew him away in unimaginable proportions. His testosterone rose up to a higher level, surging in intoxicating speed that left him panting for more.

"Who the hell is she?!" he snapped, blood rushing all over him, flooding his senses with electrifying, overflowing excitement. Suddenly, he felt so alive and horny, and his body reacted just the way he wanted.

Thank God! At last, he successfully found THE ELUSIVE ONE that he had painstakingly tried to look for the last couple of months - the woman who would bail him out of his misery, save his goddamned future and continue his next generation. He could now execute his plans and pro-create! Well, it seemed as if his dreaded problem had come to an end. Finally!

"Oh, that's Atty. Katrina De Leon, sir..." Chona mumbled as she took a step back.

His assistant was surprised to hear the sudden rise in his pitch. But he couldn't blame himself. He was just so excited, and he just couldn't hide it!

"Send her in..." he told Chona as he brushed his trousers with his suddenly shaky fingers. He could feel his heartbeat gradually increasing in speed as he prepared himself for a face to face encounter with the chosen woman who would save his fu*cked up life.

Katrina... That was a beautiful name. He forgot about the other words that his assistant blurted. His mind only processed the word Katrina. His Katrina. He couldn't help but smile as he pondered at the thought. He was already branding her as his as early as now. Well, she would be his in due time. He would make sure of that.

He felt as if there was a burning ball of fire under his seat. And it was burning him in an uncontrollable madness.

He was talking to an important client on the phone, but he abruptly ended their conversation and rescheduled another call. Well, there was no other important matter to attend to now than Katrina. She was his future, and his only hope to live a normal life again.

He reached for his necktie and loosened it a bit. Something was going on inside him that was primitive and wild, something that he couldn't contain. Instinctively, his hand groped at his crotch and he closed his eyes as he felt his pulsating maleness.

Oh fu*ck! But he had never been this hard, long and thick like this all his life until now. Thank heavens!

He heard her footsteps coming closer, and he froze in his seat, overwhelmed by brimming excitement. His manhood flexed, his blood flowed in his veins like volatile, liquid fire. And he grew even longer and thicker, much to his own amazement.

Oh my!