His Fire

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Light interrupted her dreams. She opened her eyes and was stung by the bright morning light . She was not in her bed at home. She sat up and found herself looking at a magnificent view of New York City.  Before her were glass walls through which sunlight was invading the room.

Camellia looked around her. She was in an immense  room which screamed luxury.  The decorator has preferred dark shades of gray and black and has kept the furnishing minimal but modern.  She got out of the king size shiny black bed and walked to the wall. It had been long since she had been in this part of the city. She looked blankly at the skyscrapers, not ready to analyze the 'why' she was there .

Several minutes later, she rubbed her eyes, tied the mess known as her hair with the elastic band which was around her hand and set out to find her 'bodyguards' or David to ask the reason she was brought here. The first door she opened much to her disappointment led to a walk-in closet instead of out the room as she expected.  Curiosity won and she entered the closet.  She was surprised to find it full of clothes, shoes and other man accessories. Strange. Up till then, she thought that she was in a guest room in one of David's property. 

She walked near a set of suits and dared touch one. Though they were fine and expensive clothes, however she was pretty sure they were not those of her father-in-law.  His style was different and that musky spicy fragrance around the rather large closet was unsettling and definitely not how he smelled.

Disturbed and perplexed, she got out , opened the other door and collided with a hard and damp body. Luckily she braced herself and didn't fall.

She stepped back and look at the cause of her almost-fall. Piercing pale gray eyes met her soft chocolate brown ones. A shiver ran through her. Why? She didn't know. It was so sudden and unexpected a reaction that she was baffled.

The sight of this damn woman made his throat dry with his heart beating at a speedy pace. It was the first time he saw her this close while she was awake and God was she beautiful.

 "Woh! Are you okay?"  Neil said once his vocal cords started functioning again.  He didn't get any response from her other than the puzzled frown on her face. 

"I tend to get this lovestrucked reaction very often from women. I'm sorry I can't help it; I know it's a one of a kind face." He teased hoping to get her to say something.

And apparently, it did the trick.

"It sure is a hell kind of a face with all that digusting sweat." Camellia heard herself replying and was rather surprised that she had bothered to  retort.  It was the cockiness in his tone that  forced those words out of her mouth. This man, who she still knew nothing about, not even his identity and up till a few minutes had no idea about his existence,  affected her in more ways that just  physical attraction. And that was a huge thing for Camellia.

"Who are you?" She asked in an accusatory and forced tone. This instant attraction or whatever she felt for this man before her angered her.

When just the sight of her could turn him on, then her all powered up, conscious and sober with her comebacks was another torture for him; a sweet kind of torture,

"Well, then all those claims about the great  attractiveness of my 'post workout'  face must be false then if that is what you think."  He replied sarcastically.

Before giving her time to say anything else, he added. 

"Go freshen up, the bathroom is there." He pointed to the other door. " We can talk leisurely while eating afterwards."