Seventy Shades Of Steele

Seventy Shades Of Steele(14)

*Angelina's POV*

There should be a million things running through my mind at this moment. Like whether or not this would affect me in the future. He is an influential man and one wrong move is all it takes.

Or rather, if I seriously want to sleep with him. That should be at the forefront of my mind. But it's not. And why? Because he has his large hand on the small of my back, the thin material of my dress doing nothing to stop the tingles from his warm palm spread near my bum.

That simple touch made me feel weak with all rationality leaving my mind. How can one man have this effect on me?

Just then, the shiny gold mirrors, otherwise known as the elevator doors, slides open to reveal a foyer that came out of my dream. It was just...classic, simple yet screamed money. Yep, I am definitely dreaming.

He grabs my hand and pulls me with him as we exit the elevator into his place. I'm not even sure if it was a penthouse or what. I mean, I don't really study those things or whatever and right now, the only thing on my mind is this man that seems to consume my every thought.

He brings me up some stairs without even turning on the lights, his grip tightens as if he's scared I will somehow disappear. I feel a good kind of special in that moment. That puts another point for him in the cons of being with him. He evokes too many different emotions in me that blur my vision of the reality which will always lead to bad news.

He swears before stopping mumbling something under his breath. My heart beats at a record pace as the lights turn on and it all becomes clear. I am not in a dream. Suddenly, reality didn't look too bad. Delicious actually.

Holy Fúcking Moses!

His eyes are pit black, but all the same breathtaking as they bore into my soul. I feel so...vulnerable. Yet instead of being scared at that, it's liberating. Another weird emotion that I seem to identify even though I have only felt it for a single second in my life. It comes in abundance now and I relish it as I return his gaze with the same intense hunger.

He releases his hold on my hand and my entire being seem to cry from the lost, but it was short lived as he quickly drew me into him, a gasp leaving my lips.

With my hands on his chest, I try to push him away but I find myself holding onto the flaps of his suit jacket instead, drawing him impossibly closer.

He stares down at me, the light from the small chandeliers lining the walls cast a glow on one side of his face with the other in the dark. My hand comes up to cup his chiselled jaw at the darker side as I look into his dark eyes. A man of shadows.

Dark, tall and handsome. Qualities I have never seen myself associating with a man I like. Maybe I don't like him. This all can be a rush of lust and getting older. Probably it's just a need triggered by him for some unknown reason. This once, a flame that extinguishes afterwards. As simple as that.

Yeah, because if it is so simple than there must be a bag of guys you've shagged. Oh, wait, you haven't.

My subconscious comes in with a rude awakening. I move my hand, already chastising myself for giving in so easy. He could be a serial killer for all I know. The options of criminal activities always seem limitless with these billionaires. But before I can cradle my hand and make the decision for him to drive me home, he snags my wrist whilst he continues to pierce my soul with those eyes. God! What is wrong with me and those eyes?