Chapter 5 Round Number Two

I think that I might just have a certain Miss Winter right under my spell where I need her, though there is a question? Whom am I fooling for? This woman clearly had my dreams rather tormented as every ticking second went past in the evening.

To say that the board meeting will not be a slight torture would be a complete understand. No, of course, I cannot play her in front of my loyal, trusted employed, but god, wait, when I find myself behind a closed door with her, just me and her, then all bets are on.

So is it with utmost frustration that I can't find the perfect grey suit between the entire goddamn closet of grey suits?

This, my dear friend Xavien, this poses the very first real problem, why would I, Mr. Caruso, want to dress of for my Marketing Director. That is a thought that needs to be scrapped from the very source in my brain.

But that is not a force that the rest of the ones that are present in the kitchen wishes to leave unsaid, and of course, my loyal on most trusting confident steps out on the limp, "I believe that is your best Armini that you have on her.

I only show for him but with a hand, to hush before he feels the reprimand of my wrath, "Well," He only continues, "From what I heard the last time that happened in there, I don't know how long that Armani would be staying on."

I only but snap at the bunch of them as I head out the door, "One would swear that I am a male slut." Yet I pause for a brief moment and retract, "On the second thought, do not answer that. Now get me to the goddam office before the meeting starts; I need to run over some ideas with Miss Winters.

Stefan bursts out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, " Ya, the only idea you are running is your tongue over that cleavage.

"God, you guys are not helping! Just get me to the goddamn office.

And yes, it is one long and slow, agonizing drive that I am starting to think that Sam is doing on purpose, but yet it gives me time to plan my strategy. Yes, I am breaking my golden rule with not getting involved with a co-worker, but I am the boss, I am sure that I can do anything that I want.

So as I step into my office, I cannot help but feel a small victory. The adrenaline sings in my ears. With each eloquent move, it is with slow agony that she effortlessly carries every inch of perfection. After endless minutes of torture, I take my seat, praying that she will come to sit next to me. And as she comes to stand in front of me like a goddess...I can't fucking speak.

"Well, Mr. Caruso, you got something caught on your tongue?"

"Please, call me Xavien."

"Well, Xavien, you wanted me to come to sit with you. Are you going to sit and devour me with those hazel eyes?"

"Now, Zoe, have you perhaps been staring in my direction?"

"It is hard to miss you when you can't keep them off me."

She is damn right there; I have not taken them off her from the first moment I laid them on her, and having her in my presence, so close to me, is something that I have desired for near to a week now. Now, she is finally here, and all I can do is mumble like a fool, and yes, I am devouring her with these hazel eyes.

But what is more captivating is those deep brown ones that have nothing but the brightest sparkle within them. Does she not know what a beauty she truly is? Does she not know how any man will crawl at her feet. The very way that I have done for the last seven days. Yet, she seems to hold something in those eyes that I cannot place. There is something that seems to make that smile turn around in sadness.

That is something that I will change, I might not know how to love, but I know how to give. I shall give her whatever her hearts desire and more...that is if she will be mine.

Though, do I truly give her much of a choice? Well, she is mine; she just needs to learn that yet.

And yet again, I have been caught staring at her for one second far too long.

"Xavien, are you going to move up or sit and stare at me for the rest of the day?"

"Do excuse me, but I cannot get over how much your beauty captivates me."

"Seriously, do they actually fall for that? Or do you just have to call them princess, and they are whimpering?"

"Oh, princess, the only one that will be whimpering will be you."

She only but shakes her head at me and slides into the chair. She gasps as I move closer, and my broad shoulders touch her. I see what my closeness is doing to her, and I push our legs tightly together.

Just looking at her beauty does not only take my breath away, but it knocks all air out from my chest. Now she is sitting here and doing this damn seductive thing with those supple red lips. I have never been known as a man that loses control, but I would lose every bit that keeps me together if she will be mine forever.

So I lean in for a fraction of an inch and softly whisper in her ear, "Please let me."

As my warm breath lingers over the tip of her ear, she but only whimpers my name, "Xavien."

I smile at her, feeling that for the second time tonight, I have claimed a victory, "I told you that you would whimper." But yet there is something more that I want; there is more that I want than just seeing what my presence does to her body.

So I lean in once again; this time, she moves that fraction away, "Princess, please let me in for one second."

"Let you in?"

I take my thumb to her bottom lip and gently run it from one corner to the other. They are soft and smooth; her deep cherry lipstick makes it slide with ease. She stops and nearly forgets to breathe as I move my thumb over and between the seams of her slightly parted lips.

The heat between our bodies is unmistakable. Her breathing is short and shallow. She whispers, but her trembling lips only cause her words to whimper. I see my name forming around her lips, but I do not hear it. She is drowning in the power that I have over her body.

"Princess," my voice is low and can barely be heard underneath the music.

"Yes, Xavien."

My heart but skips one beat, she allowed me to call her the very thing she should be called without protesting, yet this is not what I desire, so I slowly lean into her, "Please, let me," the words come from my lips as if I am nearly begging.

"Let you...?"

I do not let her finish; I move my lips, breath by breath, even closer to hers. We are so close now that we are breathing the same breath. I look down to her lips and back to meet her eyes. She closes her eyes, and I move forward, closing that final gap between our trembling bodies. The instant that we touch, the first thing I notice is how much she tasted like cotton candy. As I tuck her bottom lip, she stops and pulls away.

"Stop, Xavien. I can't do this."

I look at her, confused. Is she rejecting me once again?

"Princess, what have I done wrong?"

"Xavien, you are not the type of man that I need in my life; you are not even the type of man that I want."

"Then why are you here? Why are you sitting next to me?"

"Because I am here for the job."

"You know that is not true. Please stop pushing me away,"

She takes the chilled glass of whiskey from my hands and sips it on it slowly. There is a long and painful silence between us for several moments, and when she finally speaks, I wish that she has never spoken at all.

"I will keep on pushing you away for as long as you keep on chasing me. You do not know how to treat a woman like me. You cannot own me."

"Princess, I have never owned any woman; I would like them to be mine, but never did I say I own them."

"You do know that is a load of bullshit that is coming from your mouth. You owned me the minute you laid your eyes on me."

"Is it that wrong to want something?"

"Yes, Xavien, when it is something that you cannot have."

How can one woman be so difficult? I have never had to work so hard to get what I want. Yes, it is given to me, and if not, then I will simply take it. Every woman desires to be with me; why does she not want the same. Well, she is not the same as every other woman; that is why I want her. And I will have her. It seems that tonight shall be another one that will be riddled with failure.

But yet, she has not moved away from me, and as I move but another inch closer to her, she nearly drops the glass she is holding so firmly in her hands.

My eyes can't help to wander down to her lips again, every part of me wants to kiss them, but instead, I put my hand on her knee and slowly run it up her leg. She gasps but yet she does not move it away. "Can I tell you a secret?"

I watch as she wants to push my hand away, yet she lets it linger; after a few seconds, she finds the words to speak, "Yes...?"

I take my hand and softly caress her cheek; she closes her eyes and leans into my touch. With a shaky breath, I prolong her name with every syllable that I speak, "Mekayla."

"Xavien?"

"My god, princess, I crave you so much."

I place my hand at the small of her back and pull her closer. She is doing that thing with her lip again; she is causing my body to tremble as I run my lips softly against her cheek, then down the smooth skin of her neck.

"Xavien, please..."

I see as her body slightly shivers. I know it is not the cold but the intensity of my touch. My lips roll down her shoulder to her collarbone. I stop and take a deep breath.

"Please, will you let me now?"

I do not wait for her to answer; I knot my hands in her hair and slowly draw her head closer to mine inch by inch, wink by wink. I cannot contain myself anymore; I want to claim those lips. I can feel a hunger grow inside me as I beg for her to let me in.

But next, I have Connor standing next to me in utter frustration, "Xavien, we have to go. The meeting has started."