Chapter 2

Enora:

The plane landed and I sighed in relief.

We were finally here!

Mr. Wright immediately stood up and made his way down the plane.

I stood up too, threw my bag over my shoulders, and followed him down the

the plane, waving at the blonde-haired hostess.

Two heavily built men wearing all black and dark shades walked up to Mr. Wright once he was finally on the ground and greeted him with a little bow.

They glanced up at me briefly and nodded at whatever Mr. Wright said to them.

“Right this way sir," one of them with curly brown hair said and Mr. Wright followed them. I followed closely behind him and slipped into the back seat of the black SUV with him and watched as the men I assumed were security slipped into the driver's side and passenger seat and drove.

How the hell does Bridget act like a normal person when she’s not? I know about her shopping habits but the rest of the rich girl's attitude is unseen or unheard.

The sound of a phone ringing startled me and I glanced at Mr. Wright to find him taking out his phone. He tapped the answer button and placed the phone against his ear.

"Talk to me, Jenna." He said, his smooth and deep but emotionless voice ringing across my body.

I noticed the way his muscles flexed in his suit as he spoke on the phone.

His big and veiny hands gripping his phone were a sight to see.

My mouth watered and for a second I imagined those hands thrusting into me as his brown eyes pierced into mine.

"Shit," I exclaimed, trying to get the image out of my head. This was my best friend's father. I couldn't afford to think of him like this but God was my body and mind in need of him.

"Something wrong, Miss Lopez ?" He suddenly asked, his intimidating voice startling me.

I had not realized I had spoken out loud.

"Um, no sir. Just…hit my hand by accident." I lied

He gave me a look that made me feel like I was dumb and I quickly looked down at my hands, my cheeks burning up in embarrassment. He thought I was medically slow and was probably regretting listening to his daughter about hiring me.

I took a peek at him and he was back on his phone, listening to whatever the other person on the other end was saying.

Enora, you need to get a fucking grip.

You are not a dog in heat!

I scolded myself.

The rest of the ride to the Deloncor hotel was quiet but I could feel Mr. Wright ’s aura like a thick fog suffocating me. Did he have any idea of the effect he had on me or the female population?

I didn't know if I wanted him to look at me or look away from me. That was how much sex appeal he possessed.

****

We got to the hotel for what felt like an hour later and made our way into the opulent building.

The eyes of every woman in the lobby immediately latched onto Mr. Wright as he walked towards the receptionist who was also staring at Mr. Wright like a lost puppy

Just two days ago, I would have rolled my eyes at this woman staring at a man but now, I couldn't blame them. I was a bumbling idiot around this man and he'd only said a handful of words to me.

I wonder what he thought of me.

Incompetent and a clumsy fool most likely because I had done nothing but embarrass myself in front of him

The redhead receptionist handed us our key cards after several failed attempts at flirting with Mr Wright and we went up to the penthouse. I swiped the card and the door opened up to an open floor plan. The penthouse suite was bigger and more spacious than I thought. It was bigger than my entire apartment and had two bedrooms.

Mr. Wright made his way into the living room. He paused in the middle of the room, looked around, and nodded to himself.

"Fredrick will bring our bags up, make sure you answer the door, I'll be in my room."

He spoke and walked towards the door on the left.

"Yes sir."

******

I woke up to the sound of my blaring alarm clock and I practically jumped out of bed.

"Shit!" I exclaimed as I put off the alarm.

It’s my first day and I was already late. Maybe I should have set the alarm thirty minutes earlier.

Without wasting any more time, I jumped into the shower and showered as fast as I could, then dressed up in a tight pencil skirt and a pink blouse, walked out of my room, and went into Mr. Wright 's room to arrange his clothes that he was supposed to wear today.

I knocked on his door but there was no answer.

I knocked once again and still, there was no answer.

I pushed the door open after a few more tries with no response and it was surprisingly not locked. I peeked into the room and Mr. Wright didn't seem to be in the room.

A sense of relief washed over me as I realized he was probably in the gym working out. It had been on the schedule.

I could finally do something without those piercing eyes watching me and without my lady parts yelling to be touched by him.

Being around him was so intense and sexually charged, that it felt like I was being pulled into his orbit even though he wasn't doing anything and probably thought I was a clumsy fool.

I made my way to his bag and took out a charcoal black suit, a green shirt and a different shade of green tie.

I laid it out on his bed and went back to his traveling box to get out his shoes and socks.

I placed them on the floor.

His entire wardrobe was not known brands but as a fashion enthusiast I knew they were expensive as hell and one suit could probably buy my entire wardrobe….

Since we were going to be spending thirty days in Georgia, I decided to start arranging his clothes in his closet for easier access. Thankfully there were hangers inside the closet I could use for some of his clothes.

I began to take the clothes out of the bag one by one, arranging each one according to color.

I was in the fourth suit when the sound of a door opening startled me.

Shit!

I glanced at the door behind me and almost went into cardiac arrest when I saw Mr. Wright staring at me, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

I paused, still holding his suit mid-air, staring hungrily at the piece of art that was his body.

I had to be staring at a Greek god. There was no way this man was real.

I had suspected he was ripped but looking at his pecs, and his washerboard packs, I had not expected him to look like this. He looked better than half the guys my age.

I was half sure I was drooling but I couldn't stop myself especially when my eyes landed on the V line leading to his dick.

"Something the matter, Enora?" He asked, his voice void of emotions as usual as he brought me out of my dirty thoughts of him. He called me Enora?

"Uh, no, I just… your clothes…"

I stuttered.

Fuck!

"Hmmm." He made a sound at the back of his throat as if acknowledging my very disjointed statement.

He said and walked over to where I stood, he stretched his hands into the closet, pressing his body against my back. My breathing caught in my lungs at the skin on the back of my shirt.

I turned to look at him and our eyes locked and I felt the urge to kiss him. Wait, was he about to kiss me?

My breath hitched in anticipation.

His chest touched my back and a little moan escaped my lips.

Please kiss me!

I begged internally, my eyes fluttering open and close as his lips inched closer to mine.

Just when I thought he'd kiss me, he withdrew his hands from the top compartment of the closet, took out a box that I hadn't noticed, and stepped back.

my face burned in acute embarrassment as I realized what I had just done.

I glanced at him and he was no longer looking at me which was a huge relief.

"I'll let you dress up sir," I said to him and practically ran out of the room.