The Billionaire's Face

Chapter Four

Elena threw away yet another block of wood writing it off as unfit for use. She didn't know why she kept picking up bad stuff today. Nothing was working right.

That was the third piece she had thrown away. A complete waste of money. She would kill her supplier for giving her such inferior quality of-

She trailed off sighing. She knew damn well there was nothing wrong with the wood, or her tools or even her studio where she worked.

The problem here was her. Since Friday night she hadn't been able to settle down. It was Sunday afternoon and her lips still tingled from one simple kiss that happened two nights ago.

She didn't understand why; it was just one kiss. How did one kiss keep replaying itself in her head and turn her into a complete mess whenever it did, which had been pretty often since Friday. One kiss that still sent shivers down her spine every time she recalled it.

She had been kissed before both by the two boyfriends she'd had; one in highschool and one in college. Only two people, well three now counting tall and handsome, had ever kissed her and yet she couldn't remember any other time than that Friday.

Had the kiss been that good?
She remembered how his tongue and stroked in and out of her mouth and her face heated. Yes. It had been far better than good. It had been fucking awesome. She was twenty one and she could safely say that she had never been kissed that well in her entire life. Her previous kissed had been sloppy and awkward, given by fumbling boys.

This time, it was a man who had kissed her with all certainty and confidence and a demanding sort of possessiveness that had her stomach doing flips. That stranger had, in just one kiss, completely stripped Elena of her control.

And the worst part was that, she wanted to do it again. She wanted to run her hands through that thick hair while his mouth plundered her own. She wanted, with a ferocity that astounded her, to drown inside the dark whirlpool of his eyes. She found herself half wishing she hadn't run away and half relieved that she had. She was a confused mess.

Elena glanced at the new wood she had been carving surprised to see the beginnings of the outline for a face. His face.

Sighing, she put down her chisel her eyes automatically landing on the wooden box that held her prized possession. Since she'd come home on Friday, she had been resisting the ever increasing urge to take out that wood and start carving. She'd found a face for it; one she doubted she would see again. Yes his face was still clear in her mind, but most likely she would forget as time passed. Then what would she do? She would have a half finished carving with no way forward.

Tired, she stood up deciding that enough was enough.

She left her studio heading into the room. This apartment had just one bedroom which she had turned into a studio which left just the living room and the kitchen.

There was a mass under her white sheets and Elena gave it a hard poke.

"Wake up already"

Jen groaned and muttered something incoherent at her, probably a curse before turning so she could sleep somewhere else in peace.

"Jen!"

"What?"

"Wake up!"

"Why?"

"Because it's one in the afternoon and your still in your Scooby-Doo pyjamas"

"What's wrong with that?"

Elena sighed.

"You're asking me what's wrong with a grown woman still laying in her bed, sorry, my bed at one PM in the afternoon wearing ugly Scooby PJs?"