𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 |18+

ONE - TRAVELING

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧

The sound of the alarm jolted Mayokun awake and ended the erotic dream she was having about the man she has been finding it hard to stop thinking these past few days, also he is her boss so it is very complicated to her.

They agreed never to talk about it and pretend it never happened but it has been hard for her seeing him everyday flashing her that devilish smile, and the way his voice vibrates through her body when he speaks, everything about him seems to be designed to distract her.

She dragged herself out of bed, another night of dreaming about someone she can't have. Today is a special day she needs to prepare for their trip and she finally gets to see where her boss lives.

Her job is one of the best she has going for her right now and this attraction to her boss just complicates everything, they work closely so he is not someone she can't avoid and now they are about to go on a trip to an island and God knows what's waiting for her. She went to the bathroom and started preparing for what lies ahead.

She stood in front of her sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror, her hair was a mess as usual but her Brazilian wigs would come through for her as usual. Snapping herself out of her reverie, she put on the tap and splashed water on her face before picking up her tooth brush.

30 minutes later, she was standing in front of her closet trying to pick a casual outfit she could wear without seeming like she was trying too hard.

She settled on a fitted jeans that hugged her curvy hips and a pink sweater, the weather was cold and it was her favourite colour. She pulled on her short dark wig and paired it with her black boots, she looked both chic and casual, at least she hoped she did.

Heading straight for the elevator after passing a small greeting to Paul the lobby guy, Mayokun could feel her hands twitch in nervousness of seeing him again.
The ding of the elevator broke her out of her reverie and she pushed herself out of the lift and into the front door of his pent house.

"it's open, come in. " she heard his deep rugged voice grunt across the other side of the door and she let out a deep sigh as she turned the knob of the door, letting herself into his home.

Marble. Everywhere she turned, all she could see was marble and she let out a slight gasp. The wall, painted in all white with irises of black on it matched the marble black floor she was settled on.

The living room had a whole of six large chairs with a center table laid in the middle while throw pillows were scattered on the chair.

"After you are done gawking, I hope you remember to close your mouth." his harsh voice snapped her out of it and she unconsciously wiped her lips seeking to see of she had let out any drool.

It was brief, but for a moment, she saw him glance down at her lips but as soon as she saw, it was gone.

_It must be my imagination_ she concluded.
"Good morning sir." she tried to compose herself to sound professional but who was she fooling? She want anywhere near professional and even she could hear the hint of awe still specked in her voice.

Clearing her throat to avoid the awkwardnesss seeping through her as he inspected her, from head to toe and she glanced at him, hands intertwined with one another, a nervous trait she had grown up with.

"Could have done better with the clothes." he walked past her and settled himself on the couch while trying to make his tie at try same time.

For a few seconds, she heard nothing but white noise as she tried to make sense of his words. His deep baritone, when directed at her, always seemed to carry an undertone that promised nothing but pure, passionate fucking and she knew he was quite capable.

She surreptitiously pressed her legs together as memories of their last and only encounter flooded her mind. The effect his voice had on her was immediate, a few words and she was already a quivering mess.

She mentally chided herself and reminded herself that this was supposed to be a business trip.
She pulled herself together and snapped back, "As long as I am not indecently dressed, I don't believe my choice of clothing should cause any problems to you or your preferences".

He was her boss but she'd always had a temper and he knew it. It was one of the things that had made him notice her and contributed to the raw animal magnetism between them. The air seemed to cackle with barely disguised passion.

Her words always did have a way to get to him, but it was one of the many qualities he loved about her "Ta ta, two don't have all day" as he picked up his platinum credit card from the table and walked ahead of her "And loose the luggage, it's slowing you down" this words only got Mayokun confused and all she could utter "What now?"

"Leave it" his voice sending chills to her body once again and she obeyed, gulping down a big ball of saliva and walked out immediately in shaken nervousness she could have swore she saw him smirk but once again it must've been her imagination.

The ride to the airport was a quiet one, he wasn't one to talk too much but every time she could swear that his eyes was fixed on her but she didn't even have the guts to raise her face from the phone she fiddled with not exactly doing anything with it but she had to distract herself.

They got to the airport in half an hour and within two hours, they were preparing to board the plane. He had already sent his luggage before hand and that made everything easier for him. Mayorkun waltzed into the plane searching for her seat number...

Oh Lord, not next to him.

"What's your seat number, ma'am?" The hostess asked with a beaming smile on her face.

"023..." she managed to say.
"Oh, that's lovely. It's right beside the gentleman on the fourth row" she said.
Mayokun walked up and knew instantly the gods hated her. Why did it have to be beside him. It could have been with anyone else, why him?

She tried to snuggle her handbag into the carrier and she struggled with it, she then tripped and landed on him. He raised his eyes gently at her and sized her up, it took everything in him to resist the urge to spank her at that instant. He shook his head and she got up to faces from people all around the plane. She managed to fix her bag and sat ever so embarrassed.

The ride to the Island and the hotel where they'd stay was the weirdest eight hours of her life. Deep down, why always him? Deeper down, why not him? She thought.
She dragged her tired feet behind Leandro and she felt like smacking his head. Thank Heavens he told her to drop her luggages already, she would have just fainted.

When they got to the reception, the lady told them that only Leandro's penthouse that's left and no extra room for Mayokun. He smiled at the receptionist and he pushed a generous tip towards her.

Mayokun was confused at why he gave her a tip without doing anything but its not her father's money so she kept shut.

When they got to into the elevator, she stood at a far end and he chuckled
"Bambino, we are going to share a suite and yet you're distancing yourself in an elevator"

She rolled her eyes and she cursed the receptionist in her mind.
"Stop calling me Bambino, My name is Oluwamayokun"
He didn't reply her and she wondered if he heard at all.

"Ode oshi" she mumbled under her breath in Yoruba, he turned around to look at her and she stared ahead like she didn't see him.

He better not understand Yoruba.