Jessica need not be told that Desmond isn’t a simple man. She had done her background check on him and discovered so many of his schemes over the years. Her heart felt warm seeing how worried he is about her. She made a decision of reassuring him though on most circumstance Davis always tries to avoid her but these few days seems different.
With a light calculated footsteps she approached him, bent down to slightly to meet his gaze, several emotions— anger, hurt, betrayal, fear and resistance swirled in his deep eyes. Jessica felt herself drawn into them, The familiar yet unfamiliar face made her fall into a trance. Slowly, she stretched her hand and lightly caressed his face. "I can take care of myself", she muttered.
Davis felt his breathe hitch at the close proximity as the now familiar lavender scent of her body filled his nostrils meddling with his thinking urging him to draw her closer to himself —to hold her in his arms.
"There is every reason to work in the Allen’s and with the situation now I think am more suitable to", she murmured.
She stood up and turned to leave but just as she took a step, Davis reasoning flew out the window. He skillfully grabbed her wrist pulling her back.
Jessica yelped as she lost her footing due to the pull, she prepared herself for a fall but the next moment a strong grip on her waist held her in place— only for her to find herself on his lap while her hand grapple tightly on his collar, her eyes widening and her heart racing in shock.
"What do you think you are doing?", Jessica fumed while Davis smiled widely.
"You are already leaving when I am not done talking so ... I had to call you back." He answered with an unconcealed smile. He had pulled her on impulse but then he didn’t regret it, it was exactly the result he wanted.
"And can’t you call me instead of pulling me like that?" She asked. She don’t understand how he hoped pulling her will draw her attention, what if she had landed on the floor.
"Miss Brown, why take offense when you are the one that threw yourself on me and am only been the good Samaritan keeping you from falling." A mischievous grin on his face.
"Allen Davis, are you finished? You pulled me yet you mock me?" She fumed in rage with the blush creeping on her face as she struggled to stand up. "Now, let go", she drawled.
Davis finds it amusing seeing her anger which was just like a punch in the wind. "And if I don’t?"
Jessica didn’t believe she wouldn’t punch this man on the face. She has been trying to make them both co-exist peacefully yet he pushes his luck daily.
"Fine, what do you want? And can you let go of my waist I want to stand up." She said glaring at him.
Davis slowly caressed her waist, she flinched, her breathe coming in gasps accompanied by the tingling sensation within her thighs. "D... D...avis, will you ...stop", she stammered.
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