Ghungroo - The Siren Call of Lovers (#1 - Completed)

Chapter 45 - Nothing in Half-Measures

A down right steamy chapter here. You've been warned!!!

Chapter 45

I breeze out innocently, as if I'm unaware that I am now five inches taller and strutting on heels half-naked.

Riaan is still busy.

In fact he has now pulled out his laptop and is busy tapping away on the keys. He isn't dressed yet. He's still in the towel, sitting in the same spot I left him in.

He rushes me, but the same rules don't apply to him. Damn him!

He doesn't even glance up to look at me.

"I won't be long," I say. "Just need to pull on my dress."

I walk past him.

Pick up your head, Riaan. Look up! Look at me...

I silently will him to look at me.

I'm almost at the cupboard when I hear the tapping on the keys on his computer still.

Silence.

I keep walking. A slow smile forms on my lips. I can feel his eyes on me. I know my behind looks particularly lush in this bodysuit. Its cut high, leaving part of my bum cheeks visible. I feel incredibly sexy as I picture them swaying now as I walk.

"Layla."

It's the commanding voice. I stop mid-stride, but I don't turn.

"Yes?"

My voice is light, laced with innocence.

"Turn around."

That's definitely a command.

Still, I remain rooted in my spot.

"Turn.Now."

I turn around slowly and hear his breath hitch.

"Why? Is something wrong?"

I want to smile. I'm finding it hard to keep a straight face.

I'm still keeping up the naive act by frowning a bit as though clueless.

Didn't he accuse me of being naïve at some point?

It takes everything in me not to giggle with victory when I see his face. His jaw has dropped open. I was expecting some reaction, but this is too precious. I've managed to completely arrest and steal the attention of the great Riaan Fredriche Zietman. Again!

He doesn't speak. He can't I'm guessing, by the look on his face.

"I'm almost done," I say. "I just need to..."

"Over here, now."

His words are slow and deliberate. Annoyed even. Is he angry?

"I clean up pretty nice, yeah?" I ask, beaming at him. But his face is a blank. His jaw clenches and twitches, as if in anger.

I'm suddenly not so sure. Have I gone too far? Crossed some line with him?

He did say he couldn't be late for his meeting. The whole point of coming here was for the purpose of this meeting. And here I am, deliberately playing the seductress and trying to make him late.

I walk slowly towards him, feeling a bit ashamed now.

I come to stand in front of him.

"What game are you playing, Layla?"

"No game," I say, guiltily.

"You got to finish what you start. You know that, right?"

What does he mean?