Illegitimate

Emiliana

Following Sebastian exit from the conference room, I am now seated on the chair he had occupied earlier. Facing Nicholas who watches my every move with a knitted brow and thinned-line lips.

The room was well lit enough that I could not miss a single detail on his mouth gape, his tongue moving as he licked and wetted his lower lip. Feeling the shame of checking him out, I briefly lowered my gaze on my hands then moved them back to his face.

“I won’t go around the bush since you have an idea why I wanted to meet with you. I heard from Valentino that you wanted to appoint me as your architect for the house that you’re planning to build in the Philippines.” I started. I stare at him as he nods his head, agreeing to what I’m saying.

“That’s correct! And I presume that you have already made your decision.” Swirling the pen on his hand, he spoke with anticipation and confidence.

I shake my head. “I have not yet made my decision. I wanted to ask you first on why you wanted it to be m