Siren

Six

He walked in looking just as powerful and handsome as I first saw him in the club. Damn does he look good in a suit.

I can see he recognizes me immediately by the way he takes a deep breath and his eyes widen. He quickly composes himself and I do the same, we are in a business meeting. But the way his eyes are looking at me is anything but professional.

I stand up from my seat and take a step closer, offering my hand for him to shake. He takes powerful strides across the room and grabs my outstretched hand. His thumb rubbing the back of my hand.

"You must be the CEO of Fontain Inc., I'm Ms. Wilson, and you are?"

"Alexander Calderelli, it's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Wilson."

I let go of his hand and take a step back, sitting in my chair. They switch seats with their colleagues and now Mr. James and Alex are sitting in the seats closest to me. Jackson is sitting in a chair not too far behind me and is taking notes.

After their team is finished presenting to me and I've seen their data, I decide it's time for lunch.

"I'll need a few minutes to mull over my decision. In the meantime why don't we eat lunch? Either Jackson will bring something or you can go to the cafeteria, either way lunch is on me. Let's say 30 minutes? Be here by 1:30 and I'll tell you my decision, I'll be in my office."

I look over at Jackson who was just coming back into the room.

"Jackson I told them the lunch plan, okay? I'll be in my office for the time being."

"Yes Ms. Wilson, your lunch is already on your desk."

I send him a thankful smile and make my way out of the room. I left the folder on the table so hopefully Alex gets the hint. Halfway to the elevator I hear him ask Jackson where my office is. I smile internally.

Once I get to my office I see a BLT from my favorite restaurant on the desk, I'm glad I gave Jackson that raise.

I eat for about 5 minutes when I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in."

As expected Alex walks in, closing the door behind him. He looks powerful in his suit, like he could do things I wouldn't expect. 

He silently walks in front of my desk, sitting in the chair. I finish the small bit of sandwich left, wiping my hands with the napkin. Standing up I throw away my trash in the small can on the side of my desk, moving to the front I sit on the edge of the desk crossing my arms.

"Here's your folder." 

Instead of handing me the folder he leans forward and places it on the desk, right beside my thigh. Slowly he drops the folder, but his hand doesn't retreat. He places his hand on my thigh, and trails it down my leg until he's holding my heel.

"Mr. Calderelli, what do you think you're doing?"

"Well Ms. Wilson, hoping to continue what I started with a beautiful Siren the other night."

My heart flutters at all his small actions, and his words have it beating furiously.

Before anything can happen I want to tell him of my findings.

"I'd love to invest in your business."

He looks up at me, scooting his chair closer and running his hand higher.

"That's not why I'm in here, we both know that."

"Why are you in here?"

He chuckles and spreads my legs.