LOVING MS. BILLIONAIRE

14.

It had been over two weeks of avoiding unnecessary contact with Miss Leyla. The feelings however still felt raw. I would always come earlier to the office and place her coffee before she arrived so we don't run into each other. When I had documents that needed signing, I would make sure she wasn't in the office before I leave them on the table with a sticky note of instructions. Miss Leyla seemed to understand my language as she reciprocated.

In the short span of time, I managed to get important information that would help Trevor and I harvest a fortune from the PL Inc. I needed a few more weeks to finalize my arrangements then make plans on how to go about everything.

The salary I received, I used it to carter for my daily needs. I even got myself new clothes and repaired my old beaten up car.

The documents Miss Leyla had left on the table for me to work on, I had completed and I took them to her office. I went inside and placed them on the table. Turning around to leave, I bumped into Miss Leyla and the bowl of strawberries she was holding went clattering down spilling its contents every which way. Something about the scenario gave me a sense of déjà vu and I restrained from looking at her. I feared she would be mirroring my expression. She regarded me with a head nod and bent over to pick up her spilt strawberries.

Damn it! What the fuck does she think she doing?

She was bending over right in front of me, I didn't know how I felt about that. I had spent an entire two weeks trying to rid myself of any emotions and she had to do that?

I grumbled silently and helped her pick up the strawberries. I never understood her obsession with the fruits. Just like I didn't understand her hatred toward roses. She collected the last of her fruits and bit into it, the juices of the strawberries accidentally flowing from her lips to her chin. I whipped around to look somewhere else.

How she managed to do to such things without thinking of their sexual implications was beyond me. I'd never been so captured by another character in such a  manner before. My breath locked in my throat when she saw my troubled face and her eyes went wide. Arrows of carnation were flying past us and the air was dense with perspiration. I was wedged between suppressing my desire and doing the opposite of it. I never knew a woman could mess with my head this much before.

Sudden excitement for wicked possibilities invaded my mind. It was hard to conceal my interest and I had a feeling it would be my doom. My downfall. At this moment, I could be a willing accomplice for whatever wicked scheme she might be having. The pregnant pause was doing my insides injustice. What would be the idyllic thing to say now? I had no idea.

Why did I have to be an incoherent mess around her? I didn't want to give free rein to the train of thoughts lingering in my head. My witty mind had no clue of what to do this time.

"I'm s- sorry. I'll be out of your way now." I stuttered as I made my way out.

"Do you want some?" She asked innocently.

Want? Damn, I would love some.

I blushed at my thought then realized I wasn't helping the situation. Her spellbinding eyes arrested me and I needed a legitimate excuse to touch her again. My fingers had been itching to do that a whole lot. Her voice was remarkably sensual, I could listen to it day and night. Minutes lapsed and when she wasn't getting a reply out of me, she raised her brow questioningly.

I shook my head feebly not trusting my voice to come out the way it should.

"Okay then." She said before going back to her desk. My momentary lack of movement made her snap her eyes up to me and she caught me staring. The knot in my stomach tightened.

"How's Sean?" I found myself asking before I could control the words.

Her face morphed into a smile. She hid her cheeks behind her hair when she found me staring.

"I thought we established that we'll try to be professional Mr Jordan." She taunted, biting her lower lip purposely and I almost lost it.

"There's nothing unprofessional from what I just asked, Ma'am." I pressed my luck taking a few steps until I was right beside her.

When will you ever learn Mason?

I had a plan in my head. Both Miss Leyla and I couldn't fight our attraction toward each other so I was going to use that to our advantage. I would be with her if she wanted, make sure she trusts me completely with everything she has then strike when she least expects it. I knew Trevor would kill me for attempting such a stupid plan but his plan was nowhere near perfect and we were running out of time.

"Mr Jordan? Are you okay?" She asked looking alarmed.

"No. Do you think you can come a little closer please." She rose up and stood facing me. She looked worried. An amorous amount of emotions passed her face.

"What's wrong?" her hands were on my shoulders, then my face examining me for any injuries. When she found none, she pinned me with a hot gaze.

I tapped my lips with my index finger and she got more confused than before.

"My lips," I whispered softly her hot breath fanning my slightly parted lips, "ache for yours. Ever since that kiss, I have not been able to look at you without wanting to do all sorts of things with you."

Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She was a ruthless woman in business. When it came down to these things, she resembled a dumb teenage airhead. She batted her lashes innocently and sighed when my hand descended her torso. Her plump pink lips looked inviting. I stifled the urge to grab her and have my way. She deserved so much more, so much better. But I was human and I was selfish.

I wanted her all to myself.

"Mr- J- Jordan, I have been seduced by people who only wanted me for my money before. Both men and women. As it is, I realized Sean was in the same category when I broke up with him the day you walked in on us. How do I know you aren't going to do the same? Steal from me and then leave me brokenhearted?"

Thump. Thump. Thump, was the sound of my heartbeat. My heart was in my throat. My hands were shaking. I lost my voice.

"If I only want you for your money, would I do this?" I slammed my lips on hers aggressively and she responded with a similar passion.