Sweet Temptations

Chapter 9

BLAKE'S POV

The whole span of the meeting I can't help but think of the woman who came to my office. She was adorable as the first day I saw her. I was having a stressful day that I almost fired everyone in my view. But the second my eyes we're trained on her I couldn't stray my eyes away.

She's different from the models I used to date. She has the perfect body that matched with her short figure. Wide hips just right to the hold and breasts that seems to tease ones senses. Don't forget those luscious lips covered in cherry red lipstick ready for the taking. She is the epitome of a pure Woman au naturale.

I cleared my throat pulling myself from having my thoughts going wild.
On the corner of my eye I saw the small smirk my assistant is trying to conceal with a folder as much as possible.

This meeting is going nowhere I thought and closed the folder on my hand in a loud shut. The sudden noise stopped the presenter in front and he has wide eyes like a deer caught in a headlight. I can almost feel his fear from being cut off in a middle of a presentation.

"Mr. Nelson I have a question for you." I asked the man who looks like he will pee his pants.

"Yes s-sir?" He stuttered and wipes the first drop of sweat on his forehead. I roamed my eyes along the other members of his team.

"When did I gave the Harrison Project to your team?" I fired away.

"Almost t-two weeks ago s-sir" he replied.

I nodded in this answer, "Then why the hell does your team can't give me a proper presentation today?! I didn't hire you to give me incompetent works that will be under the name of my empire." I yelled angrily towards the people in the meeting room.

Silence falls inside the office once more.

Yet the familiar logo of Sweet Tooth cafe catches me from my seat, distracting me from setting another havoc inside this meeting room.

Just try to breathe and relax will you.

Taking a deep breath like I was in my office I can almost hear her voice saying those words.

What are you doing to me Christina Henderson?

I speak to the team with a calmer voice this time, "I want another set of presentation boards on my office by tomorrow at 8 in the morning. If not, you can start packing your stuffs you know the way out." 

"We are s-sorry Mr. Stanford. We will do our best Sir." he gave me the same excuse as everyone else does since this morning.

"I don't want words Mr. Nelson, prove it to me with your actions." I told him walking out of the meeting room.

Entering my office I took my keys from the drawers pocketing it and made a move towards the door. Remy who just situate himself on his desk saw me.

"Do I have anything scheduled for the rest of the day Remy?" I asked my assistant.

"Nothing more sir but these files that needs your signature which can wait tomorrow." he efficiently replied.

Nodding in response, I head to the elevators not before I grabbed the files taking them with me. Hearing my assistant saying his favorite term for me 'workaholic'.

Finding myself parking in front of the familiar cafe, I convinced myself that I'm not here to see a certain brunette. But that thought was gone the second I step foot inside the almost empty cafe and was blatantly staring at her behind the counter.

Noticing my presence, I made a way towards her. She's like a drug to me and I'm an addict.

"Hi, we're almost closing do you need anything?" she asked me which I gave her a shake of my head.