My Best Friend’s Father Wants me novel Chapter 5

Enora

I found my hands shaking. My tongue was tied as I stared into the beautiful brown eyes of this man towering in front of me.

He wanted more. He really wanted more. This had to be some kind of dream, an illusion.

He stepped away from me, and I was finally released from my daze and looked at his watch.

“I suppose we should get going. I wouldn’t like to be late for my meeting with Mr. Gonman.”

I didn’t find words to say and settled on a nod. I turned heel to leave his room and felt him grab my arm. My heart skipped another dangerous beat and my blood pressure sky-rocketed. This was all too much on my second day.

“Think about what I said, Enora. As a businessman, I don’t like my proposals pending for too long.”

He let go of me and walked past me, his broad shoulders brushing me lightly as he left the room. My body around this man always went haywire. I thought he thought me to be clutz and now he was asking for more.

No. This wasn’t the right time to wrap my head around this. This was just my first day on the job. I couldn’t…

“Enora!”

His voice yelled my name, and I hurried to join him in the living room where he had been waiting for me.

I was so embarrassed. My face was the same shade of red on my red-bottom shoes. His eyes bared down on me and his aura weakened me at my knees. I wanted to apologize but my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.

I couldn’t explain my relief when he said nothing, and I quietly followed him out of the room. I had to take a deep breath and clear my head. I had to be professional and no one mixes work and pleasure, even if the pleasure seemed more appealing than the work and the boss looked like the hottest thing since the creation of fire.

We got to the elevator and I was grateful for the silence between us. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor and only used my ears to listen for the light ping of the elevator once we reached the ground floor. As I walked beside Mr. Wright with my head lowered, avoiding his gaze, my mind created images, nasty images. I gulped and felt a bead of sweat appear on my forehead.

By the time we got into the car, I was jittery and sweaty and it was autumn. I was just the worst. I embarrassed myself and…

“Miss Lopez…”

I raised my head at the sound of my name and was in an immediate panic. What was with the name change? From Miss Lopez to Enora and now, back to Miss Lopez. Was I in trouble? Was I getting fired?

“...clear my schedule for the rest of the day. I want my meeting with Mr, Gonman to be the last one. I’ll call the other clients and arrange new dates and have you put them on my calendar.”

He set the paper down and slid it back to Mr. Gonman, who looked quite confused.

“- I understand that you believe my predictions are outlandish but they make perfect sense considering the increase in the value of cryptocurrencies and the apparent volatility of that market.”

He crossed his fingers and leaned forward. My breathing hitched as I watched him with a mixture of lust, hunger, and admiration. This was Mr. Wright in his domain, his habitat, and he took charge of it in the most alluring way. All he was doing was talking, and my body seemed already surrendered to him.

“I understand that you are a very proper businessman and very rooted in the classical ways of doing business. My predictions are very much in line with the present-day market, and I believe that teaming up with me will give your company a larger insight into the fast-paced business world while you can still keep your classical norms and ideals. Mind you, I am also aligning my businesses according to these predictions and if they fail, I too will be at a loss…”

He leaned back into his chair and took a deep breath. His eyes darkened, and he looked at Mr. Gonman with an intimidating air of authority. I wanted him to look at me with those kind of eyes.

“...Do you think that I would want to put my own company in a position to lose profit?”

There was a thick silence in the room, broken only by the squeaking noise Mr. Gonaman made as he wiped his glasses. He put them back on and sighed.

“I suppose not, Mr. Wright…”