She sexily bit her lower lip, taking her time before releasing it slowly, pretending to concentrating with work. She tapped her pencil on the paper lightly and then placed it in her mouth. She crossed her long legs at the knee, knowing fully well the movement would cause another turmoil in Damien.
“What are you doing?” Damien’s voice was deep and masculine, husky and sexy, all at once. It almost drove Céline crazy.
“What?” She looked up from her laptop, pretending to not know what he was talking about. She was breathless.
He stared hard at her, his brown eyes got clouded. A vein appeared on the side of his forehead and she could tell he was struggling to remain in control too.
“Nothing. Continue your work.” He said, snapping his eyes away from her.
He was fighting it. Good.
Céline needed the challenge.
She sat back into her seat and continued working. She could feel Damien’s eyes on her, but she continued scanning the file in her arms.
After a few intensifying minutes, she pulled the first top buttons of her chiffon shirt open. The milky skin of her cleavage peeked out of the opening and she fanned herself, dramatically drawing more focus to it.
The air in the office was no longer cool. The air conditioner seemed not to be working anymore as Céline felt hot all over. She didn’t even need to pretend to be hot anymore. Damien’s gaze was making her hot.
She heard hissing and she knew it would be from Damien, but again, pretended not to have heard it. She continued scanning the file she had been holding for half an hour.
“Damn it!” She heard Damien cuss under his breathe.
She peered at him from under her long lashes and she saw that his hands were balled into fists.
She must be doing a very good job, Damien looked like he was having some serious trouble; she thought to herself. A satisfactory smile, appeared on her face as she peered at him again.
“It’s almost lunch time. Come with me.” He kissed his teeth and rose from his chair.
Not waiting to be invited twice she dropped the file she had been pretending to read and went to him.
She got to a safe distance from him and paused.
“Come,” he called motioning to her to move with his finger.
She took two slow steps forward and kept staring at him, waiting for him to make a move.
He took a step closer, closing the gap between them. She could feel his hot breathe fan her face and her ears became red. She quickly looked down to her fingers, to hide her blush.
Damien chuckled softly.
“God, you are so beautiful when you do that,” He whispered, making Céline weak in the knee.
Things were going the opposite way. Instead of her to seduce him, it was taking a different path. She found herself entangled in Damien’s charms. He was the one seducing her.
He moved his finger to her jaw, raising her head so she could look up at him.
“You should never feel shy around me Céline…” He trailed off as his eyes moved from her face to the mound of soft skin peeking out from atop her shirt.
His fingers moved dangerously low, creating a path from her neck to her cleavage.
Goose pumps formed on her skin, wherever his cold fingers traced.
Céline held her breathe.
Damien was barely touching her and she felt her folds getting wet. What would happen if he decided to slide his hands into her shirt like the last time, she would surely go mad with pleasure.
His fingers suddenly stopped tracing. He moved them to the opened buttons and closed them up.
“You shouldn’t leave these opened for the world to see, they are too precious…” He whispered pulling her face closer to his.
Céline closed her eyes in anticipation, waiting for the kiss to finally happen. She was awfully shy, but she wanted it to happen.
And it did happen.
Only, it wasn’t were she wanted.
Damien placed one long kiss on her forehead and turned around.
“Let’s go get lunch.”