My Best Friend’s Father Wants me novel Chapter 8

Enora

“Your Italian is beautiful, Enora and it came just in time as well.”

He took a sip of his wine and put another forkful of lobster meat in his mouth. I never thought that I would ever be so jealous of cutlery. I took a sip of my wine as well.

The evening had progressed so well. I never thought that there would be a time in the world that I wouldn’t be shaking in my boots and gawking at the Adonis sitting in front of me.

For someone as imposing and rich as he was, he had a good sense of humor, and it was amazing to hear him laugh at my jokes. Even I didn’t think that they were funny.

“I will be meeting with an Italian client in a few days. I was looking to pay for an outside translator but I believe that you will do perfectly.”

I nearly choked on my wine as soon as he made his proposal. He wanted a clumsy person like me to translate for him while he spoke to a business client.

“I… I think that it would be best that you hire a professional translator.”

He set his glass down and those brown eyes of his pierced mine. His aura filled the room again and I felt my nerves return.

“And I suppose that you feel that you aren’t the best person for the job. Care to tell me why?”

I looked at him in surprise. Why? He was still looking for a ‘why’ even after all that I had messed up, and it was just two days since I started working with him. That alone was more than enough reason why I shouldn’t be trusted with such an important task.

“I just don’t want to make a fool of myself and cost you a potential client. It…It is best that I…”

He placed a finger on my lips, and I fell silent almost immediately. Our eyes locked and held and his thumb stroked my bottom lip softly.

My breathing became uneasy. I wasn’t sure of what to do.

“I want to kiss those lips, Enora.”

I gulped. I wanted him to do it, too. Why couldn’t he just do it?

He pulled his hand away and a longing feeling filled me with depression and emptiness.

“I said that I wouldn’t touch you without your permission and I intend to keep my word. But I definitely wouldn’t mind taking you across this table here and now.”

My thighs squeezed together. Was it me he was talking to like this? Was Adonis really craving me this much?

He called for the waiter and paid for the meal and asked the waiter to pack the rest to go and hand it to his driver.

“It’s getting late, Enora. We still have a lot of work to do tomorrow and I am not a fan of being late to meetings.”

He took my hand and helped me out of my chair, and we walked out of the restaurant to the waiting car. I fought to keep my legs beneath me. My thighs were tightly clenched but I could feel my juices soaking up my panties. This man had such an effect on me. I couldn't help it.

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We stood in the elevator that led to the penthouse and there was a thin silence that was strung between us. I wasn’t certain of what to say. Maybe I should thank him for the wonderful evening.

“Thank you,” I said meekly, and he turned to me, and I flushed.

“For what?”

“Dinner. It was lovely.”

The elevator pinged and we reached our floor.

My dress dropped to the floor and haloed around my feet. I was left in my heels and lacey black underwear. My hair fell to my breast in tight curls that reached my stomach if I stretched them out.

I simply stood in the mirror and stared at myself.

“What does Mr. Wright even like about me? I don’t look so pretty, I am not rich, and I have butter fingers for days. He looks like a god, and I look like…”

“The most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

I gasped and turned around to see Mr. Wright standing at my door. I was in my underwear! How long had he been standing there?!

He walked towards me and my legs felt like jelly. His eyes stared into mine and I stopped breathing.

“You are beautiful, Enora. A stunning lady.”

I wished I could say something but all I could do was gawk at him. He had taken off his jacket. His shirt had been unbuttoned to the very end and his trousers sagged loosely on his hips, accentuating the V of his lower torso.

“Enora…”

He took a step closer to me. There were only a few precious inches between us and it felt like they were disappearing quickly.

“...I have been watching you all night. Every part of your body is craving me, but you haven't said a word.”

He pushed my hair behind me and my full breasts held up by my bra were now in full view. I saw the ravaging passion in his eyes. It set me ablaze.

“Enora, do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” I squeaked. “I do…”