Possessed - Part Two Page 5

  I close my phone and sigh, feeling the frustration build up over the fact that I’m not getting any right now. I can choose to just ignore everything and pleasure myself anyway, but that would take all the fun out of it. I guess I’ll just have to listen to him and do what he wants. In the end, I know it’ll be worth it. But Jesus, he’s making me wear this all night, knowing what awaits me when I get home. It’s like dangling a cookie in front of my eyes but never giving it to me.

  Well, no point in wasting time. Better go cook and invite Stephanie to come and join me for a few drinks. I’m making spaghetti carbonara the way my grandma taught me with fresh ingredients. While dicing the onions, I text Stephanie.

  Samantha: Hey girl, u up for a night out in town? We should catch up.

  It takes her a while to respond.

  Steph: Hey!! Sry, but I’m with a guy right now.

  Samantha: OMG, rly? Don’t fk with me.

  Steph: No joke. 10+ on the looks.

  Samantha: U have to send me a pic later, kk?

  Steph: Yeah, first thing tomoz, but first gonna enjoy a wild night.

  Samantha: Big one?

  Steph: HUGE! Mouth = on floor. *lick*

  Samantha: Nice! Gimme some of that.

  Steph: He knows exactly what to do with his fingers… so I’m good!

  Samantha: *Jelly*

  Steph: I’ll clone him for you.

  Samantha: LOL, yes please. Could use a real man right now.

  Steph: Sry honey. I wanna come join u, but I can’t pass on this guy. Rain check?

  Samantha: Ofc. Dw. Have fun!

  Steph: Thanks!

  Moments after I put down my phone, I get another text. Surprisingly, it isn’t from Stephanie.

  Leo: Can we talk?

  Samantha: That depends on what you have in mind.

  Leo: Oh, nothing special. Just a continuation of this afternoon.

  Samantha: Only if you behave.

  Leo: Swear on my life.

  Samantha: Why do I not believe you?

  Leo: *crosses fingers*

  Samantha: I knew it. It’s impossible.

  What an asshole, but he makes me chuckle, nonetheless.

  Leo: You just have to accept that our attraction is undeniable.

  Samantha: My fist in your face… that’s undeniable.

  Leo: I’ll take that. I’ll take anything if it comes from you.

  Samantha: Is that supposed to be flattering? Or just plain-old stalkerish?

  Leo: I’ll go with the latter. Never refuse a refreshing outlook on life.

  Why is it that this man always brings a smile to my face? It’s like my brain is sending two totally different signals. Stop it, brain.

  Samantha: You’re crazy.

  Leo: Crazy for wanting to hang out with you, but I do.

  That just made me want to barf. He’s really trying to charm his way back. That, or he’s despicable for insulting me.

  Samantha: Keep going and I’ll leave you hanging.

  Leo: You won’t …

  Samantha: Who knows?

  Leo: I do because you need to know what I meant when I told Marilyn she was the reason I lost my chances with you.

  Shocked, I gasp at my phone, almost dropping it in the trash, where I was just throwing the eggshells in. How does he know?

  Leo: Oh, yes, I know you heard everything. Surprised?

  It takes me a few seconds to come up with a witty response.

  Samantha: Hardly. Everyone could hear your fight.

  Leo: Oh, so that’s why it took you so long to reply.

  Samantha: I was busy cracking eggs, and then had to contemplate whether to throw them away or bring them with me so I could throw them at your face.

  Leo: HA! So we have a date.

  Samantha: A date? No. Hell no.

  Leo: But you’re coming to see me, so I’d call that a date.

  Samantha: Call it whatever you want. I just need a drink.

  Leo: That can be arranged. As long as you come meet me.

  Samantha: Just a drink and talk. Nothing more.

  Leo: I can’t promise anything except the drinks.

  I roll my eyes.

  Samantha: Fine. Dive Bar around nine-ish.

  Leo: I don’t do ‘ish’. I’ll be there at nine. If you aren’t, I’ll wait.

  Samantha: Oh, such a gallant knight.

  Leo: I can be anything you want, Sam. You just need to imagine it.

  Samantha: I imagine a lot of things, but they never come true. Only the bad stuff. Especially when it concerns you.

  Leo: But you do imagine things with me. That’s a start. A good start. Imagine me doing a whole lot more.

  Samantha: Oh, here we go again.

  Leo: Don’t blame me for trying.

  Samantha: I don’t know why you bother.

  Leo: I don’t know why you think I wouldn’t. See you around nine.

  I mull over those last words as I’m really trying to make sense of it all. Is he really that interested in me? Or is it just a game to him? A way to get me in bed? Again, I might add. I shouldn’t fall for it and not be so stupid as to go out with him, but I really need the distraction, and Mr. Awesome has ordered me to go and have a fun time, so basically … I’m screwed.

  Chapter 9

  I make my way to the local pub, the Dive Bar, where I find Leo sitting at a table already.

  “Sam … how lovely of you to actually come and join me,” he says, smiling widely. He gets up from his chair and holds out his hands. “Let me take your coat.”

  “Acting all chivalrous now, huh?”

  “It’s not an act,” he muses, winking at me when he comes closer.

  He stands behind me as I slip off my coat, his fingers gently stroking my arms, creating goosebumps everywhere. The scent of his aftershave is quite strong today. That, or I’m seriously addicted to his smell. Damn.

  We sit down at the table, which surprisingly also has a couch to the side, and he orders beer for the both of us.

  “I’m surprised you actually said yes,” he says.

  “To what?”

  “Coming here.”

  “Oh, I thought you meant the fake wife thing,” I say, breathing out a sigh of relief.

  “That, too.” He chuckles. “I didn’t expect any of it to go the way it did, to be honest. And I don’t mean you. You … you were perfect.” He gives me a cute smile that makes it hard for me to retort.

  “I’m surprised I went along with it all. Well, you did threaten to fire me,” I say as the waitress puts down our drinks.

  “I shouldn’t have, and I’m sorry. It was a stupid decision by a cornered, desperate man.”

  “For once we agree.”

  He laughs. “Well, to be fair, it was a great temporary solution to my problem.”

  “How? I mean, honestly, how long did you think we could keep up this charade?”

  “Honestly? A while. We were convincing. My parents believed it.”

  “Yeah, but for how long? And what would it have mattered if you had to tell them the truth anyway?”

  He sucks in some air. “I wasn’t actually planning on telling them to begin with.”

  “What?” I exclaim.

  “I just wanted them to believe it was real so I could fake-divorce you and then have it all be over with.”

  “So you were planning on keeping this real all along?”

  “Yeah, but it was going fine.”

  “Fine? Are you kidding me?” I want to throw my beer at him, but that would be a waste … of the freaking beer.

  “Yeah, it was. I mean, you were definitely believable as my wife.”

  I take a gulp when I hear that word. He says it in a way that makes me think he’s completely enamored with the idea.

  “Until she showed up,” he adds. “She ruined everything.”

  “How did she know where to go anyway?”

  “Oh, I always stay at that hotel when I visit my parents. When I got that text back in our room the
morning after the dinner, I knew she was up to no good.”

  “Ah, no wonder you were so hasty and practically dragged me out of bed.”

  He scratches his head. “Yeah, that was rude, I admit. I just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.”

  “Before we met.”

  He raises his eyebrows. “Something like that.” A cute smile appears on his face.

  “So, she’s your real wife … How did that actually happen?”

  “Well, like I said, we were celebrating a deal, she got me drunk, and then married me on purpose.”

  I chuckle a little. “That’s it? I thought there was more to it that you just didn’t want to tell me. But that’s all there’s to it?”

  “Yeah?” he asks as if he isn’t sure. “What else should there be?”

  “I don’t know. I actually expected you guys to … you know …” I shrug.

  “You think we had sex?” he asks, his lips still parted as he waits for my answer.

  “Well, no. I mean, maybe. I don’t know. Did you?” I’m stumbling through the words causing my cheeks to turn red.

  His left lip curls up into a smile. “If I said yes, would that make you jealous?”

  “Oh, my God!” I punch his arm. “You asshole.”

  “It was worth a try.”

  “No, just no.”

  “Well, if it makes you feel any better, no, we did not have sex. Although, I did think about it …”

  “I bet you did, you manwhore,” I muse.

  Now he punches me, but softly, like he’s worried I might break. “She practically threw herself at me. It was hard to resist.”

  “Then why did you? Why not give her what she wanted?”

  “It wasn’t what she wanted. She was just using my lust against me so she could gain control over the company.”

  “Ah-ha …”

  “Besides, my mind was somewhere else.” He winks at me, which makes me flush even more.

  “About that … you said something about chances … with me? Or something.” I twirl my hair.

  “You heard what I said in Starbucks.” He crosses his arms and looks intently at me from across the table. “I meant every word of it.”

  I swallow away the lump in my throat, suddenly getting all heated up.

  He leans forward and looks straight at me with those sultry eyes of his. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve imagined you doing things to me while under my desk. Or when I said that you should’ve dressed like that long ago.” He licks his lips, which makes me bite mine. Good Lord.

  “There are a lot of things I think about on a daily basis and most of them involve you.”

  Holy crap.

  I grab my bottle of beer and chug down a whole lot until I almost choke on it. I can’t handle this confession. It’s too much. Why? Because I have no fucking clue what to do with it. Like, he’s Leo fucking King for crying out loud. The CEO of the company I work for. And he wants me … How in the world is this ever okay?

  “I can’t do this, Leo,” I say, already tipsy drinking my second bottle. “I want more …” I sigh.

  “You want what? I can give it to you. Anything you want.” He gets up from his chair and scoots to the couch next to us. Then he grabs my hand and drags me there, too. I let him … I don’t know why. I’m just too tempted. Or too tipsy.

  “Stop questioning everything, Sam.”

  “But I don’t believe you. After all those lies … how can I ever believe you want me?”

  He places his hand on my lap and squeezes my thigh, sending all kinds of signals that make my senses go haywire. “Believe me when I say I want you.”

  “But you’re my boss,” I mutter, when his fingers start moving up and down my leg.

  He leans in to whisper in my ear. “I don’t care.” His hot breath lingers on my skin, making me delirious with need. Oh, why did it have to be tonight that I didn’t get laid? Now I’m practically panting from just his touch.

  I quickly grab the next drink and take a sip, trying to ignore my feelings, or rather my bodily fluids … my pussy is definitely tingling all right. It’s becoming increasingly hard to ignore the way my body yearns for him, especially considering the lingerie I’m wearing underneath my regular clothes. I almost feel like a drunk stripper, and at this rate, I might actually turn into one.

  “One taste …” he murmurs in my ear, kissing me softly on my neck. “One kiss.” His lips move to my earlobe and suckle on it. “One lick.” A soft moan escapes my mouth, and when he stops I wish he’d continue. And then he whispers, “It’s not enough.”

  Chapter 10

  I shudder as he retreats and leans back to look at me from top to bottom, eyeing my reaction. Just his eyes are enough to make my heart flutter. He’s hunting for me like some animal. How in the world am I ever going to get through tonight? I made a promise to Mr. Awesome, but it’s so damn hard to keep it together right now. I just have to keep in mind what kind of an asshole he is and that he only cares about fucking.

  “Waiter! Tequila, please,” I say, taking a deep breath.

  Leo chuckles. “Sam, don’t you think that’s too much?”

  “No, not with you around.” I clear my throat. “Besides, I can make my own decisions perfectly fine. I don’t need you to watch over me.”

  “I’m just worried that you’re overdoing it because of me.”

  “Because of you?” I gasp. “Nonsense.” He’s right, but I won’t give him more reasons to pat himself on the back.

  He smiles and muffles a laugh. “Fine. One for me too, please,” he says to the waiter when he brings me my drink.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “Well, if you’re getting smashed then so am I.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know. You tell me,” he muses, narrowing his eyes.

  I roll my eyes. “There’s more to life than screwing with everybody you meet.”

  “Like drinking?”

  “No, that’s just a side effect of hanging out with people like you,” I retort.

  He laughs. “Except, I don’t screw with everyone.”

  “Oh, I feel so special now.” I take a sip of my tequila as his drink arrives.

  “You should because you are.”

  “Oh, stop with the flattery,” I say. “It won’t get you anywhere.”

  “Then what do you want to hear? I already said I’m sorry. I already showed you how much I want you. I want to make up.”

  “Start by talking then,” I say.

  He frowns, confused. “About what?”

  “Things …”

  “Things?” he repeats, chuckling.

  “You know, a conversation … like regular people.” I smile. “Like, how was your day?”

  “Good, although a bit busy and a tad difficult.”

  I shake my head laughing. “Oh, this is going to be a long night.”

  “Why? Am I that annoying?” He wriggles his eyebrows, making me laugh.

  “I know you’re doing it on purpose.”

  “Who cares.” He scoots closer again and then slowly folds his arm over my shoulder. “I just want to have a good time.”

  I look at the clock. “Well, I have until twelve so that’s how much time you get to convince me that you’re not a complete asshole.”

  “Why twelve? Are you running away and leaving your glass slipper at the door then? Because if I have to cross the country to fit the shoe onto your foot, I will.”

  I giggle, and somehow, I realize that I actually quite like being in his presence.

  ***

  After almost ten drinks, a lot of laughter, and stupid comments, I’m about as smashed as can be, and so is he. When I check the clock, three hours have passed.

  “Oh, my God! It’s so late,” I say.

  “What?” he asks, almost tipping over.

  I laugh, shoving him back so he doesn’t fall onto my lap.

  He chuckles. “Aw, can’t I just lean on you a little?”

&nb
sp; “No, I have to go, Leo!”

  “Why?”

  “It’s twelve ‘o clock. I have to get home.”

  “You sound so much like Cinderella.” He smirks. “You remind me of her, too.”

  I roll my eyes, trying to get up, but I almost fall down because I can’t walk for shit after so many drinks. He grabs me and barely manages to hold onto my dress while I’m bent over, my ass sticking straight up in his face.

  “Whoa.”

  “Nice outfit.”

  “What?” I say, straightening my back and patting down my dress.

  He gets up from the couch just as drunk. “I see what you’re hiding under there. BOO!” He laughs like a half-assed idiot.

  I shove him down when he tries to get up. “Hey! Don’t look under my dress, you ass.”

  “I can’t help that you were shoving your butt up in my face.”

  “You caught me!” I say, stumbling across the floor.

  “Yeah, you would’ve hit the ground if not for me.”

  “Well, thanks!”

  “Don’t mention it!”

  We both walk out the door, completely wasted.

  “So, what now?” he says.

  “We go home.”

  When I start walking, he says, “Wait. Let me call my chauffeur.”

  “Your chauffeur? You mean a limo?”

  “Yeah.”

  I gasp. “Are you sure?”

  “Why not?” he muses as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

  “Okay …” I say, perplexed that it comes so easy to him.

  I feel a little embarrassed stepping into a car this way. However, it’s not like I’m going to get far in this outfit, on these heels, this intoxicated.

  When the limo arrives, Leo steps forward and holds open the door for me. “After you.”

  “Such a knight,” I jest.

  “My name isn’t King just for show.” He winks, and we both laugh like idiots as we sit down in the backseat.

  Leo tells the driver to go to my place, and then the blinds close, giving us more privacy. I search through my bag for my phone, but when I have it, Leo snatches it away.