Sweet Fire

14.

Eros quickly rushed across the room to meet Samira by the doorway. With one arm going around her waist, he brought her close and lowered his head.

"No, no, lipstick, lipstick..." However, he did not listen and kissed her mouth. When he finally released her lips, he smirked.

"You might want to re-apply it." He said and she nudged him.

Eros threw his head back and laughed, while she returned to the desk to fix her lips. He started to button up his shirt and tuck it into his trousers, since she pulled it out.

"I am running late because of you." Samira said from behind the desk. She was looking into a hand mirror while lining her lips with red lipstick. "I've never been late to a meeting before." She threw him a frown.

"There's always a first time for everything." He stated after buttoning up his jacket, and then he was set.

"And one's first can be of many, which I don't want to happen with me. I am a punctual CEO and I intend to keep it that way." She was done and made her way towards the door. Eros was there waiting for her with a smirk. "No more kisses, please."

"Are you sure?" He said, eyes locking with hers. "I just want to ask where I should pick you up."

"We'll see." She said while slipping a card into his breast pocket. "We'll see." She repeated flirtingly, and then placed a kiss on his cheek, making sure to leave a mark. "See you." With that, she walked out.

Eros held his cheek with a bright smile and watched her strode down the hallway. He allowed his gaze to move from her ponytail blonde hair, to her plain white shirt, down to her black pencil skirt and black shoes. Damn, she looked good in everything she wore and those curves were just beautiful.

Samira reached the end of the hallway and before she rounded the corner, she turned, blew him a kiss and then disappeared. Eros' heart escalated at the sight of her beautiful smile and he sighed.

No woman ever made him feel the way this one did. She was special. He had known it from the very first time he laid eyes on her. She had captured his heart immediately and he fell for her so fast he did not see it coming. He was drowning in her love and did not want to resurface.

The elevator dinged and Eros walked out to the reception area. He felt eyes on him as he crossed the hall to the revolving doors. He knew why they stared. It was because of the lipstick stain on his cheek. Yes, he did not wipe off Samira's lips. He loved how they looked. From the corners of his eyes, he saw a few female staff blushing and talking among themselves.

Women, he thought.

Eros reached the compound and moved towards his car. He had not yet reached it when another car swerved in, accompanied by two other cars. His gaze followed them and they parked at the front door. He watched as a businessman alighted from the first car and two other men came out from the other ones.

One of the two other men turned in his direction and he saw his face. Time seem to have come to a standstill when he saw him: Marcel Russell. He had not changed at all. He still looked the same: green eyes, dirty blonde hair and that unfading smirk. They used to be the best of friends. Heck, more like brothers.

He was like a brother. Eros could not believe he betrayed him like that. As if he knew someone was staring, Marcel looked in Eros' direction. For a split second, their eyes met, before he moved towards the revolving doors with the other men.

Eros stood there clenching and releasing his fists, debating with himself whether to rush in there and pound his face in or not. Oh, he would love to do that, but he had to be calm and think with a cool head.