Tempting - Chapter 1: Slow Breaths

My eyes lower as his amber ones slay right through me. It's like he knows what I’m thinking.

He's so good looking, but I shouldn’t be thinking that way because why would level down to

someone like me?

I hold my breath as he leans in closer, those fiery eyes inches away from my own.

"Meet me in room 105 upstairs."

I gulp. I want to ask him why but he leaves me and descends the stairs. I continue gawking at

him.

I look around the party, not knowing if the stairs were off limits or not. Wait, what am I talking

about? He owns this lavish hotel.

But why would he want me in a room with him? Important business?

I start walking towards the stairs, but by me being clumsy I bump into a stranger who instantly

growls at me.

"Hey! Watch where you're going fat arse!"

I shrink back at his words and mutter ‘I'm sorry' before trying again at the stairs, this time my

confidence smashed to smithereens.

A small part of me wanted it to be more than a business meeting.

Actually a big part of me, but what would an all renowned billionaire want with me? Especially

since I look like this.

I shake the thoughts out of my head and replace them with business related things.

As I descend the steps I feel myself getting tired and my face turning a crimson red, but I finally

emerge to the room.

It's darker than I anticipated it would be. I graze my hand along the wooden door as I look more

inside, trying to see if he's there. He's not.

Is this the wrong door? I shake my head and walk in anyway, closing the door behind me.

The carpet is a dark wine color and the room pretty much matches that theme, with the

exception of bright golden colors here and there.

I stalk awkwardly towards the shelves and brush my fingers along the antique pieces,

particularly a bronze and gold speckled glass globe.

It's pretty between my fingers and I can't seem to set it down.

Until...

"I didn't know you came in." A deep voice says behind me as hands settle on both sides of the

shelf in front of me.

He's close, very close. I can smell his scent. It's intoxicating.

I turn around swiftly, and when I face those unbelievably vibrant eyes, I gasp and look down

shyly.

"I'm sorry. I-I didn't see anyone in here at first."

His arms are trapping me in between his body and the shelf behind me. My face heats up and

my mind races uncontrollably.

He's so close... His lips; I continue to stare at them in dizzy awe.

Lips that were so perfect...

He bends down slowly and I gasp in surprise as his beautiful lips meet my own.

Wait, how is this happening right now?

"Sir... hmph"

Out of nowhere, he hastily pushes me more into the shelf. He kisses the outline of my neck as

my eyes grow wider.

“I couldn’t wait any longer.” He sighs against my collarbone.

His hands start tracing my body. I tremble as heat drowns my body.

He traces his lips up from my collarbone to my own, inviting me into a long deep kiss.

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Next morning, I woke up in my apartment, with my socks strewn over a chair nearby.

My hair is a mess and my body shivers from the cold sweat that held it down.

'A dream. A pitiful dream, but just a dream' I think in my head, even though the things that had

transpired between me and him seemed so real.

No, it can't be. How he could even stomach kissing me? I haven’t even worked there long and

I’m already having sexual dreams about my boss. I shake my head.

I sigh, and get up gently.

I take a cold shower, while trying to divert my eyes from the mirror as much as possible.

It only made things worse to look at myself.

I get dressed in a worn out suit that hardly fits anymore and go out the door.

I take a bus going to Velvet avenue, and as I step out, I feel a tight tug in my stomach.

I shake the feeling away and walk through the gigantic, sparklingly, glass doors.

"Hey doe boy." Chelsy calls to me, her purple hair still in tight curls like the last time I saw her.

"Here's the files you have to scan. And please, no snack breaks in between."

I look down at my feet that were obstructed by my stomach, and nod slowly, taking the papers

from her hands.

It wasn't her fault she was making fun. I did let myself go a bit.

I sit in my office, and scan the papers under a green light in a white machine.

Suddenly my stomach growls, and I realize that I haven’t eaten breakfast before I got here.

Maybe it's for the best.

My stomach continues to growl and I thank my lucky stars I'm in a closed off office. I can already

hear the snarky comments and poorly laid jokes about my attire.