The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 227: Gut instincts

Chapter 227: Gut instincts

Matteo stood transfixed as he beheld Stella walk towards him in an outfit that threatened spill his senses. She wore a black latex button-up flay gown with long-sleeves pulled up to reveal only half of her forearms, and broad fold-out collars that imitated a suit jacket.

Her chest area was slightly revealed, but somehow, it left no sight of a cleavage for the peaks of her bosom. Only the swell through the dress, that rightly emphasized its natural allure, made it clear that she had most beautiful breasts that any man would want to feel more than see.

While she walked, her soft legs were revealed in the slit that started from her knee, but it was the black strap heels that made all the difference. It made him thank the heavens for its creator, for wearing it gave her steps the emphasis of a natural seductress.

At this point, he was tempted more than anything to rip open her buttons and savor everything hidden beyond his sight. With deep breaths, he prepared himself to speak, ridding his voice of any drawbacks, lest he expose his need for her.

"You’re late!" He mumbled as he walked back into his office, leaving the door open as significance for her to follow him in. She complied.

"I’m really sorry sir,"

"It’s alright." And he meant what he said. He knew that it was as a result of her going home late last night. In real sense, he was to be blamed for it. "But try to be early next time." He added hesitantly.

"Yes sir," She replied. Inside him, he asked himself how she was so calm around him when each passing day, his control threatened to ebb.

Stella studied his features, noting the strain in his entire being. He radiated a different kind of energy today. A sort of vulnerability that was strange to her. Was something happening to him? Or was he falling ill due to the wound?

"Mr. Quinn," She whispered, reaching out her hand, but drawing it back instinctively. This time, there were people in the office, and at any given moment, anyone could walk in. Seeing them in a compromising situation would paint a different picture entirely. She wanted to have him to herself, but she would not give way to it in that manner.

He turned to face her almost immediately, welcoming the solemnity in her gaze.

"Hm?" He replied, feigning disinterest and unawareness of her reason for calling. But there was no point, he thought to himself once again.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

Of course he was not okay. It took every ounce of what was left of his control not to do the things he imagined, the things he dreamt of doing. Speaking of dreams, she had been in his. And it was not just any dream.

He backed her again and pushed against his desk, trying to press back the obviousness of his erection.

Stella had been bare before him, clad in nothing but flowing transparent linen, which billowed softly in the wind from the open window of his room.

She seduced him with gentle sway of her curves as she walked towards him. Her eyes – her eyes were so captivating he literally saw himself in their enchanting globes. She locked them with his while she straddled him, taking in the length of him – it was too much.

He pushed away from his desk and reached for his suit jacket that lay atop of it. "Yes. Get yourself ready, we are heading out." He added as he reached for his bag, handing it to her with two fingers. He tried very hard to prevent any form of contact with her.

If she noticed his reluctance in making contact with him, she said nothing about it. Instead, she asked another question that was work related.

"What for, sir?" She was genuinely confused because she had only just got in and he said nothing to her, at least nothing about his reason for wanting them to head out.

"I need you to accompany me in closing a deal with my client." He whispered.

"Oh, but there’s someone coming –"

"It’s the same person, for some reasons, He asked for the meeting to be somewhere more secure." He gave her a quick glance and returned to the task of getting himself set for the trip. The discomfort in his groin made no attempt to ease off.

"I told him I’d take him to one of my works under construction." He added reluctantly.

Last night’s circumstance made the contact inevitable. He had his current situation to thank for not seizing and taking her in spite of all the chances he had.

Everything about her invited him to dominate her, summoned him to seize the opportunity to ravish her and to do it with all the pent up lust inside him.

But he wasn’t going to give in. Not now, not ever.

He made up his mind to visit a club after everything. He needed to lose himself in the throes of some other women. What better one than a stripper?

At least she’d be very willing and ready to not only show him, but also touch and feel everything that Stella flaunted underneath heavy material. Once again, he turned his gaze to Stella, who stood motionless, observing him with keen eyes.

I’d take you on this desk if I had the chance – He halted his thoughts and tore his gaze from her.

"Are you ready?" He asked her as he sped towards the door, out of the confines of his office, a space that was fast becoming a room of torment.

"Yes sir," She mumbled as she hurried toward him, jogging in short steps.

***

Matteo strode towards the Highlander that was parked at the foot of the stairs that led to his office. Behind was a G-wagon that most likely belonged to his client who had requested a private meeting.

His entire nerves screamed ’this is wrong’ a million times, but he wasn’t about to miss out on what felt like a perfect deal because of some superstitious beliefs of gut instincts being right.