The Attraction

 A sharp tap-tap on the study door interrupted his sleep and sent his eyes to the clock on his desk. Did i sleep in the study?i asked myself. I Quickly check the Rolex to see that its Exactly Seven A.m.

Right on time as usual, Damien thought with illogical irritation. He actually admired punctuality. He hated wasting time waiting for people, especially when he’d made an appointment. So why didn’t he admire it this time? He quickly dash to the door almost pushing Freda on his way out. Thirty min pls, will be out before you know it. I quickly said running towards the stairs to take a quick shower and dress up. How could i have sleep that deeply in the study knowing i have an early appointment; i reasoned.

I was obviously taking more than the thirty minute i asked for as i hear another knock on my master room door

‘Come in, Freda,’ he called out through clenched teeth.

She came in, looking exactly the same as she always looked: Thank goodness she dressed a bit different. severely tailored black suit with black hair up in an equally severe French pleat. No make-up. No jewelry. No perfume.

As she crossed the room towards the chair she in the room to sit, Damien looked her up and down and wondered why she did that to herself. Did she imagine that this was how a female secretary on a business trip should look —tough, hard, and totally sexless?

Anyone could see that she could be a very attractive woman if she tried. She had a good figure and an interesting face with high cheekbones and exotically shaped grey eyes. Admittedly, those eyes were usually as cold as an arctic sky, especially when they looked at him.

We can go now, he said to her ushering her out of the room.

Once, a couple of weeks ago when she’d been particularly frosty with him, he’d been taken by the sudden urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her silly, just to see if he could get a reaction out of her.

He hadn’t given in to that urge, of course. Damien knew if he did any such thing he’d have a world of trouble on his hands faster than how a rouge can easily destroy a pack without a leader.

Besides, he had a lot more control over his testosterone these days. On the surface, that was. His mind, however, had given way to fantasies about the infernal woman all that afternoon.

A wry smile curved his lips as he recalled what he’d done to her in his head, and how avidly she’d responded.

Not in the realm , Damien!

‘What’s so funny?’

Damien’s head snapped clear at her caustic question, his amusement replaced by surprise. It wasn’t like Freda to notice anything when she going through the schedule for the day. She almost never glanced up until she was finished, which she obviously wasn’t. By the look of things, she’d only reached the second page of the five-page document.

‘Nothing to do with you, Freda,’ he lied. ‘Just looking forward to the weekend. I’m going sailing with some friends tomorrow.’ Which he was. Alex was away this weekend in Belgium , attending a conference.

Freda’s sigh also surprised him. It sounded...envious.

‘Lucky you.’She said aloud. With a shriek, she covered her mouth and quickly apologies. This is so unlike her. I just want to enjoy my freedom for once; she made sure she reasoned this last part in her head this time.

‘Want to come?’ The invitation was out of his mouth before he could snatch it back.

She blinked with shock before dropping her eyes back to the schedule. ‘Sorry,’ she said brusquely. ‘I don’t think that’s appropriate sir.’

Wow, he thought. That was a narrow escape. Whatever had possessed him to invite her? Still, his ego was slightly stroked by her not having said no outright.

Maybe she wasn’t as indifferent to his charms as she always seemed.

He knew most women were attracted to him, as they were to most tall, good-looking, successful men.

No false modesty about Damien.

He didn’t interrupt her as she finished reading the schedule but his mind remained extremely active. So did his eyes.

She really did have great legs. He liked women with shapely calves and slender ankles, and feet which weren’t too big. Freda’s feet were quite daintily small for a girl of her height. Pity about those awful shoes she was wearing!

Her hair was great too: dark, thick, glossy and obviously long. It would look fabulous spread out against a pillow...

Whoops. He was doing it again: having sexual fantasies about her. He really had to stop this.

He was so caught up in his fantasy that he never knew the door to the car is opened and his driver and freda has been trying to get his attention for over a minute.

Pardon my manners today. I guess the house is rubbing off me in the wrong way this morning. First the sleeping in the study, taking more than thirty minute to get ready and now this! I said to Freda apologizing.

I composed myself and entered the car after her giving the driver our destination. All through the meetings, i couldn’t get my mind off Freda. I kept looking at her and zooming out. Do i really need a woman that badly that its my secretary i’m now fantasizing about? I was really furious with myself. I really need to take a break. I reasoned after the meeting.

You can have the driver drive you home. I have a personal appointment; i told Her on our way out of the building scheduled for the meeting.

I need to get laid as soon as possible. I do not plan on looking for another secretary because thats whats gonna happen if lay with my employee.

He quickly dial a number on his phone as the car was leaving. He moved back to the hotel and picked a pen house key informing the personnel that he is expecting a lady who should be quickly directed to his room.

Its been long he has needed the service of Lydia. She was too touchy and expect more from their meetings which was why he cut her off but as at the moment, she’s the only one available to kill this thirst of his. He refuse to make a fool out of himself even if if means having to see Lydia all through his business trip as its always har for her to let go.  

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I got home to see Freda in the dinning eating. Welcome Boss, she greeted not bothering to look up from her meal. She obviously knows what personal business means from working with me for so long.

And from the look of it, she hates my lifestyle and i don’t care what my employee thinks of me even if its the one i’m fantasizing about.

I left her to her meal and head into my room to have a proper bath.