Double Faced Twins

Chapter 12

Faith

After an afternoon with Travis, I was ready for my meeting with Benson. It's not enough that he was grilling poor Liza about Grace and my family, but being near him makes me highly uncomfortable. He seems friendly enough, but I catch him staring at me, which creeps me out.

I told him an hour ago that he could call it a day, but he insisted on staying. Finally, it was time for Benson to pick me up, and I almost ran for the door to get away from this guy. I want to give him a chance, but he's complicating it.

I'm outside waiting for Benson; when who should appear, fucking Travis decided to leave.

"Thank you so much for an incredible first day." Travis reaches his hand towards me. I hear a car pull up, and I pray that it is Benson.

I shook Travis's hand and announced, "You're welcome. That must be my ride. See you tomorrow. You'll be with Grace." I remind him, and he starts to walk away. I turn and see Benson's limo. I smile at Benson, who exited his car to greet me.

"Thank you," I say before getting into the limo.

I slide over, and Benson gets in beside me. He asks about Travis, and I don't hesitate to tell him how creepy the guy makes me feel. By the time I finished, I realized how crazy I must sound, but Benson was so sweet. He told me that I wasn't crazy and that if Travis made me feel uncomfortable, I was to stay guarded. He said that maybe he wouldn't seem so bad once I got to know him. I'm not so sure about that. However, my opinion of Benson did change.

"Like it was with you?" I tease.

"I gave you the creeps?"

I laugh at his adorable look of shock.

"Oh, my god, no! You've never given me the creeps. I might have thought that you were an asshole, but creep? Hell no!" I quickly reply.

I see him take a deep breath, and he laughs with me. "Now that I can believe because I know for a fact that most of the time, I'm a complete asshole!"

I ask him where we're going, and he surprises me by saying he's taking me to his office.

Now, I'm confused. "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?"

"What? And give up these extra twenty minutes with you? Never!" He says as he places his hand on mine. Right away, I feel the heat of his touch. I can't help but think of how his hands would feel, exploring every inch of my body. I know that I am blushing as Benson gives me a satisfied smile. He enjoys making my face turn crimson.

I stay lost in thought until the limo approaches Benson's office building. He gets out and offers me his hand. I take it, and he uses a keycard to enter the building. I admire the large reception area. Still holding my hand, he leads me to the elevators. He pushes a button, and we ascend to the third floor. The doors open to another spacious receptionist area.

We walk through that and into a large office with the most expensive oak desk I've ever seen. The wall to the left is an oak bookcase that expands the entire length of the wall, and it's full of books about architecture and real estate. On the right side is a round oak table with four chairs that match Benson's desk. Two leather wing-back chairs face the desk, and an oversized leather desk chair sits behind the desk. The carpet is grayish blue, and the walls are light gray. Pictures of beautiful buildings adorn the walls.

There's a door at the back of the office, which Benson is leading me to. He once again uses a keycard to open the door. We walk through, and I'm amazed at what I see—a luxury apartment with vaulted ceilings, white walls, and black leather furnishings. Decorating the walls are more beautiful architectural buildings, all printed in black and white. The open concept attracts my eyes. The kitchen is full of stainless steel appliances. The apartment is crisp and clean, and I love it.

"Is that a smile I see?" Benson looks at me, and I swear I see some apprehension. I think that he is looking for my approval.

"This is gorgeous, Benson, absolutely gorgeous." He releases my hand and walks into his kitchen.

"What is that incredible smell?" I ask as he pours us two glasses of wine.

"Spaghetti Bolognese and breadsticks." He replies.

"Benson Easton, did you cook me dinner?" I say impressed.

He grins at me sheepishly before responding, "I may have had some help from my housekeeper."

I walk over to where he's standing and put my arms around his waist. Where am I getting this confidence? "Thank you."

He pulls me into him and kisses the top of my head before quietly responding, "I think that I would do just about anything for you."

I look up into his mesmerizing, fully dilated green eyes. He looks at me, and I melt into him. He takes possession of my lips, and it is like fireworks on the Fourth of July. I open my mouth, begging for him to devour me. He doesn't disappoint. His tongue is soft and moves expertly around my mouth.

I moan, "Mmmmm."

"Holy shit, Faith," Benson pauses to say before taking my lips captive once again. I can feel the wetness pool between my legs with an ache of desire that I can honestly say has never happened to me with just a kiss.

He reluctantly pulls away and places his forehead against mine. "I have wanted to do that since meeting you for the first time in your office!" He breathes.

"What took you so long?" I reply, and he chuckles.

"I have no idea!?" He admits before releasing me to take a sip of his wine.

I lean against the counter next to him and drink my wine. I sure hope the kiss doesn't make things awkward between us. My fears are unfounded when he pulls me into him and kisses my forehead.

"Hungry?"

"Starving!"

"Let's eat." He turns and gets a salad out of the fridge. He holds it out to me. "Can you please put this on the table?"

"Of course," I take the salad from him and go over to the table set for two. I place it on the table and go back to see if there is anything else that I can do to help.

Benson is plating our pasta. He looks at me, "Lots of sauce or a little."

"Lots, please!" He smiles at me and covers our pasta with a load of sauce. I see the breadsticks in a basket and pick them up. Benson follows me with our plates. He puts them down and goes back to retrieve the wine. I place the breadsticks between our plates. I dish out the salad for both of us. It already has an oil-based dressing mixed in. We both sit, and Benson raises his glass to make a toast. I grab mine and hold it up.

"To the beginning of a long and prosperous business adventure as well as seeing where this thing between us goes." I'm surprised and delighted by his toast and smile as we clink glasses.

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