Page 7 of Never Fake Date the Financier
I snatch my phone from the cradle and mash the button for security. It connects after the first ring. “Eugene’s office. Now,” I growl, slamming the phone down without an answer.
I’m sweating. Blood thuds in my ears as my vision tunnels. I’d like to think I called security to escort Eugene out of the building, but the truth is that they’ll be there to prevent me from going to jail. There’s no telling what will happen when I see him. Losing his job should be the least of his worries now that he’s made my girl uncomfortable.
My girl?
I take in a deep breath as my rage recedes to a simmer. I’m not sure what’s come over me. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It must be the stress getting to me.
But when I open my eyes and see her, I know it’s a lie. She’s getting to me. Shehasme. And now I need her. I drag my fingertips across her face on the screen, and then I’m on my feet, sprinting out of my office.
Everything’s a blur around me as I race toward Eugene’s office. No sounds, no surroundings. Only her face each time I blink. I can’t shake it or the rabid animal clawing its way out of me. This is crazy. I shouldn’t be feeling like this. Whatever this is. I’ve never felt so connected, so drawn to another person. It’s like there’s a magnetic pull that’s guiding me direc—shit!
I slam into something solid, and for a brief moment, I’m disoriented, wind knocked out of my lungs. And then again when I glance down and see an angel looking up at me.
“I-I’m sorry.”
That voice. It’s sweet like honey and just as smooth and I can feel it wrapping itself around me, around my fucking cock. Jesus, two words out of that sweet mouth have made me harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life. Who knows what would happen when she speaks a full sentence?
Those lips. Perfect plush pillows. Vibrant blue eyes. A face that’s crushing me. Obliterating me. So gorgeous it’s painful.
“Never,” I rasp, resisting the urge to kiss those lips. To reach out and brush them with my fingertips. “Apologize.”
She stares at me with a dazed expression as she wets her lips absently. My jaw clenches as I fight the urge yet again. I’m about to fire a predator, and here I am, becoming one. I shouldn’t be looking at her like this. Should be thinking these thoughts. Wondering how soft her thighs would feel wrapped around my head. How sweet those lips would taste—feel, wrapped around my—ffffuck.
What is happening? There’s hardly a single thing in this world that could shake me, but she’s rocking my world so effortlessly. She has no clue about the storm she’s stirring inside me. The battle I’m losing. She’s waking up a part of me that’s lain dormant my entire life. A monster. And there’s nothing it would rather do than shred those clothes and claim her.
But when Eugene speaks, my blood ignites as flames rise behind my eyes. The security team better show up soon, or not even the jaws of life will be able to pry me off of him.
“Adrian,” he says. “A pleasure to?—”
“Don’t say another word,” I say in a low, tempered voice that belies the rage coursing through me. The only thing keeping me from knocking him out is gripping my suit like a life preserver. As much as it pains me, I remove her hands from me and slide between her and Eugene.
“You have two options. Leave now and save what little dignity you have left, or go back into your office and wait for security. As of this moment, you’re no longer employed at BlackeThorne.” His mouth bobs but I cut in. “And if you say another word, I’ll ensure that you never work in this industry again.”
Even if he doesn’t say another word, I’ll guarantee it anyway.
There’s a soft moan behind me. So. Fucking. Beautiful. I’ve never heard such an angelic noise. I’d give an arm and a leg to hear it again. Hell, I’d rip all my limbs off if it meant I could listen to that sexy sound on repeat.
A grin flashes on Eugene’s face, ripping me out of my crazy thoughts. He thinks I’m joking. He’s lucky I’ve tabled option three: Throw him the fuck out myself.
“You don’t want to test me.” The words rumble out of me like a freight train. He’d better heed my warning and choose his next words carefully.
He raises his hand and jabs a finger at me as his lips move. He’s lucky that I don’t snap it off and even luckier that he doesn’t say anything. Best decision he’s made. Eugene turns around, grabs a few things from his office, and then leaves.
I turn around, finally having another chance to look at the beauty in front of me. She’s tiny. So fucking petite in her petal pink blouse and black skirt. I grit my teeth, ignoring the need building in me when I catch a glimpse of the lacy bra underneath the silk. Those soft cherry lips, plump and pouty and perfect as she drinks me in, completely unaware of the sinful thoughts circling my mind.
“Are you okay?” I ask, resisting the urge to cradle her face in my hands and kiss her.
She shifts in front of me, arms around her waist. “Kind of. I’m better now that he’s gone.” She nods toward Eugene as he waddles down the corridor. “Thanks,” she says softly.
I extend my hand to her as an excuse to touch her. “Adrian Thorne.”
Her eyes widen momentarily before she extends her hand.
When I take it in mine, it’s like there’s an electric current sparking through me, jabbing me straight in my chest. Her hand is so soft and delicate. And as much as I try to fight it, all I can think about is how it would look wrapped around my cock.
“Ella,” she says in that sinfully sweet voice. “Ella Bridges.”
This has to be some joke. It’s too perfect to be real. How is it that my Gabriella—Ella—walked into my life at the right moment? I don’t believe in signs. In miracles. But the one looking up at me with plump lips and a button nose is hard to ignore.
