Twins, Grace, and Faith have always been inseparable. They have a beautiful home that they share and an advertising company that they built into a highly successful business. After signing a contract with Benson Easton, a real estate mogul, their li...
After dropping Faith off at her home, I get back into the car. The partition between my driver, Robert, and me is down. He's been with me since I was in high school. My parents hired him to get me to school, football practices, and any other place I wanted or needed to go because they couldn't always be there for me. When I left home, I took Robert with me. I guess that you could say that he's like a second father to me. He's very discreet and makes it his job to protect my privacy.
"What?" I ask, knowing full well where this conversation is going.
"I'm just shocked, Benson." He only calls me Benson when it is just him and me.
"Why are you shocked? Can't a man be a gentleman to a young lady?" I smirk at him.
"You, sir, are not usually a gentleman." He retorts and matches my smirk with one of his own.
"That is not a lie, but there's something different about this woman," I admit.
"She's quite beautiful; what makes her different?" He pulls away from the curb while continuing our conversation.
"She has an incredible mind..." I say before Robert interrupts.
"I'm sorry. Did you comment on Faith being intelligent?" He asks incredulously.
"Yes! Now, if you'll let me finish. Because of her intelligence, I find that I can talk to her, really talk to her. That's huge for me," I explain.
"You two did not say more than two words on the ride home." Robert points out.
"That's another thing; we can be silent with each other without any awkwardness. Mostly, what makes this woman so special is to watch how my words affect her. Her body gives her away every time, and I find myself making it my mission to get her to react to me without even a touch." I sigh unexpectedly.
"Damn, boy! You're smitten!" Robert says with a smile.
"I guess I am," I say as I lean back against the headrest, thinking of the beautiful, blushing Faith Henson.
***
I had Robert bring me to the office apartment last night to sleep in a little before going to my office. My night was full of dreams about Faith, and I had decided I needed to see her again today. Once settled in the office, I pick up my phone and dial Double-Faced Advertising. Much to my surprise, Faith answers the phone.
"Faith?" I say, pleasantly surprised.
"Benson?" she replies. I love to hear my name out of her sweet mouth.
"Good morning; I wanted to speak with you," I declare with too much excitement. Damn!
"Oh yeah!" Even the tone of her voice gives her away, and I love it!
I lower my voice, "Tell me, Faith, are you blushing right now?"
She replies breathlessly, "Yes, I am. What can I do for you, Benson?" I can feel my cock twitch. Faith is not the only one whose body responds to just words.
"Shit!" I say unintentionally. "I mean, um, is there any way we can meet sometime today?"
I wasn't surprised to discover that Faith had a busy day planned, but I was delighted that she did agree to meet after work.
"Perfect, I'll see you then. Goodbye, Faith."
"Goodbye, Benson." I hang up the phone with a massive smile on my face. Six o'clock can't get here fast enough!
Luckily, I also had a hectic day. Before I knew it, it was time to pick up Faith. I call Robert and quickly clean up my desk. I meet Robert downstairs, and we go to the Double Faced office. When we pull up, I see Faith and a young man shaking hands outside her office. I find myself feeling an emotion I don't believe I have ever felt: jealousy. Why the hell do I feel jealous of a fucking college student? He's touching Faith; that's why I'm jealous. I want to be the one to touch her!
He begins to walk away, and she turns towards my car. A huge smile brightens her gorgeous face. I notice the guy looks back at Faith with a look that I can only explain as hateful. Nope, I don't like this guy at all.
I get out of my vehicle and open the door for her.
She continues to smile, "Thank you."
"You're very welcome." I'm close enough to inhale her floral scent.
She slides over, and I get in beside her.
"How was your day with the intern?" I try my best not to sound irritated when mentioning him.
What I didn't expect was for Faith to sound irritated. "Eh, the jury is still out. I probably shouldn't say this, but something about him gives me the creeps."
My irritation with the intern has now turned to concern. "Really? What about him makes you feel that way?"
She sighs. "I really can't put my finger on it. Travis has been asking Liza about our family, and I don't know how to explain it. I guess the way he looks at me is a bit scary. I sound like a crazy person. Please forget I said anything."
"Faith, first of all, you're not crazy, and second, you should trust your instincts. There's nothing wrong with staying guarded around someone that makes you feel that way. Maybe once you get to know him, you'll change your mind." I attempt to make her feel better.
"Like it was with you?" she shocks me with her comeback.
"I gave you the creeps?"
She laughs at my look of devastation.
"Oh, my god, no! You have never given me the creeps. I might have thought that you were an asshole, but creep? Hell no!"
I released the breath that I was holding and laughed with her. "Now that I can believe because I know for a fact that most of the time, I'm a complete asshole!"
We both laugh, and I can see her loosening up from her day with the creepy intern. I decided right then to have Cindy check on Travis John's background. I kicked myself for not having her check it when she told me about him earlier.
"So, where are you taking me?" Faith inquires.
"Back to my office," I inform her.
"Oh, okay. If you were already at your office, why didn't you have your driver get me, or better yet, have me drive over myself?" she asks.
"What? And give up these extra twenty minutes with you? Never!" I jokingly say as I place my hand over hers, but it's true.
She blushes, and I love it. It honestly makes my day. I keep my grip on her hand until we get to my building. Robert pulls up to the front curb. I get out and hold my hand out for Faith to take. She does, and I help her out. Our hands stay together as I escort her to the third floor. We walk through Cindy's area, into my office, and through my apartment door.
Another first was having a woman inside my office apartment. Who the hell am I?
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