Insatiable | 18+

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I realized I was all smiley after I returned to my office. It wasn't normal. Ian had invaded and took up space in my mind it was a freaking disaster. I should be focusing on the work I had lying all over my desk, but instead I was replaying every part of what we did. In the car, in the restaurant, on the way back.

Goddamnit. I groaned out loud, smacking myself in the forehead. I was behaving like an infatuated schoolgirl who just spent time with her crush. I couldn't imagine if my staffs walked in on me giggling to nothing; they'd probably think I completely lost it.

Shaking my head, I dived back into work for the rest of the day successfully. Ian didn't ask for my number and despite that, I was still waiting to see if my phone would light up with an unknown text.

I didn't know what I was hoping. After discovering he was in all ways out of my league, I should be avoiding him and getting him out of my system. But there was an open tab on my browser with an entire page of his face from search results that I itched to Google.

There wasn't that many articles about him other than from business sites and Forbes. I was mildly relieved that he wasn't the kind of famous who paparazzis would bombard or had countless tabloids making a hooha over his every conquest.

He was almost always pictured alone or with his two similarly good-looking co-founders. But that still didn't meant much of what he's like with women. If anything, it only proved that he hadn't had any significant other he liked to go public with. And I guess it was understandable that a 32-year-old wealthy and successful man would choose to remain single with no commitments. After all, if I was in his position, I likely would enjoy all the fun money came with too.

So, where does that put me then? Funny. I had only known the guy for like, what? Two days? And I was already trying to figure out what was I to him. It's no wonder I had the ability to scare men away from me like I was poision.

I left my office on the dot and in a slightly uplifted mood. Maybe it was what difference one lunch could make. I mean, when you eat alone everyday, having company would surely make you less gloomy.

I took the elevator down the building, ready to head to the subway and go home. I know, it was a Friday evening and all I planned was to go home and do my laundry. The entire reason I was at a club two nights ago was only due to my impulsiveness and also extreme boredom. I wasn't always someone who enjoyed having nightlife especially since I didn't have anyone to spend these nights with.

I had only just stepped out of the main entrance when I felt someone walk up behind me.

"Sweetheart." His voice made me halt my feet.

I whipped around and stared, my jaw dropping slightly for unknown reasons. "Ian?"

He shot me a half-grin that could melt me and walked up to me. "You look surprised."

Of course I am, I wanted to say. I wasn't at all expecting to see him so soon again especially when he had just brought me to lunch earlier. "What are you doing here?" I asked, noticing that he changed into a different suit.

"What does it looks like? Picking you up, of course." He said with a smile. Realizing we were sort of standing in the way of people's path, he guided me to the roadside where a beautiful Bentley was parked.

My lips curved into a smile and I swear I felt my heart fluttering. How was it that he could make me feel such things that no one could? I was so sure I'd be contented going home until he appeared and changed my mind.

"I'm going to Mythic tonight for my first official day as their new owner. Wanna join me?" He asked charmingly and I realized I didn't want to say 'no'. I craved to spend time with him and simply go wherever he wanted me to; the laundry could sit and wait there another day.