Rendezvous at Silver Lining

Divinity's POV: Meeting Damien

The meeting was about to begin and I took a look around the room. Mr. McCoy, Mr. Steven (Mr. McCoy’s assistant), Alice the head of marketing, Jake the head of advertisement and promotion, Robin and Mr. Becker and his guest were all in the conference room. Mr. Becker is in his early 50s, but he's still quite handsome. He gives straight grandpa vibes every time we meet and/or speak. I genuinely love our interactions. He's salt and peppering in both his hair and beard. His hair is neatly down around his face and stoppped just under his chin. His beard was trimmed to compliment his bone structure. His kind blue eyes always put me at ease. Now, the young guy next to him was probably in his late 20s/early 30s like my boss. His blondish brown curly hair is messily tossed, and his beard isn’t as full as Mr.Becker’s, but it etched out his jawline perfectly. Both he and Mr. Becker is around the same height, which, if I could guess, maybe 6 '2. He’s another man that's been built by the gods. He has blue eyes as well, but his are clearer. He has full brows, a narrow nose, and wide but thin-ish lips. He wore a black button-down shirt tucked into his medium dark gray pleated pants. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled midway up his arm, and there on his right wrist, I saw a small tattooed thin cross that was pointed towards the end closest to his hand.

I was so occupied examining this man that I didn't notice he was already staring at me. I felt embarrassed and gave him a small smile. He smiled brightly back, and his pearly whites melted me. I quickly averted my eyes and went back to pretending to rummage through the presentation. Once it seemed everyone was ready, I began the meeting. I stood up in front of everyone and introduced myself.

"Good morning, everyone. My name is Divinity Loore, and I’ll be starting the meeting today. Mr. Becker, it’s such a pleasure to see you again."

Mr. Becker smiled at me.

"Well, Ms.Loore, the pleasure is all mine. It’s not every day I get to see such beauty."

"Aww, thank you. And you’re looking pretty good yourself. I bet Mrs. Becker is having a hard time keeping the ladies off. Young and old?"

I winked at him, and he busted out in a full, hearty laugh.

"You got that right! See, this is how you butter up your clients. You could learn something from her, Damien."

He turned his attention to the sexy guy next to him. This was my time to find out who this man was.

"Mr. Becker, can you introduce us to your guest?"

He looked at me, kind of shocked. So did the mystery guy. Pretty much everyone in the room was as well. s**t… did I mess up?

"Why, yes, Ms. Loore. This is my son, Damien Becker, and I’ll be handing my company over to him by the end of the year. This is my last deal I’ll be personally overseeing, so I asked him to join us today. I hope that’s alright."

I wanted to palm my face so badly at the moment, but I kept it together. How the hell could I not know that he was his son. Now that he mentioned it, he was a spitting image of him. Although Mr. Becker had black hair, Damien must have gotten his hair color from his mom.

"It’s quite alright. I’m sorry for not already knowing your son. I hope you don’t take offense? Either of you."

"Nonsense, it's fine. It’s actually nice to hear someone doesn’t know who my son is. It gives me hope that he’ll find a suitable wife. One that's not already up his ass."

Mr. Becker laughed at his own comment, but I knew he meant it. Meanwhile, I was trying to stifle my laughter, as Robin and Alice were chuckling to themselves. Damien began to laugh, too, and then his focus shifted to me.

"I’m not offended at all. If all it takes to make my father happy is to not even know who I am, then I believe my wife is found. She’s quite beautiful, as you said, father, but I wasn’t expecting such a gorgeous woman to stand before me."

I immediately stopped laughing and looked straight into his eyes. This man looked and sounded serious. Robin and Alice stopped laughing as well and looked between us. I could see Mr. Steven was looking at Mr. McCoy and Mr. McCoy looked pissed. I looked back at Damien and smiled.

"Well, you boys sure do know how to make a girl blush. I'm not even gonna pretend I have some clever comeback to that. So, while I'm still in shock, let's begin with this meeting, shall we?"

Robin snickered at my lame attempt at escaping this oddly weird conversation that somehow focused on me.

...

The meeting went off without a hitch, and I couldn’t be happier. I gathered up all my things and was about to exit the room when Damien called after me. I looked over to see Mr. McCoy and Mr. Becker locked in conversation, and Robin is enjoying the show in her little corner tryna pretend I couldn't see her and that she’s not there.

"Uh, yes, Mr. Becker?"

"Oh no, please, call me Damien. It sounds like you’re speaking to my father. I want to know you’re speaking with me."

Goddammit!! That was some of the sexiest s**t I’ve ever heard. A b***h could swoon. He took a step closer to me and my feet were glued to the floor. I looked up into his eyes and I could almost fall into them.

"O-ok Mr, I mean Damien. What can I do you for?"

"Nothing much really. I just wanted to speak with you. Our first introduction was in front of everyone and during a meeting. I wanted to make a more personable introduction. Like my father said, it’s not every day we’re blessed to be before such beauty, and I hardly ever agree with the old man."

He smiled at me as his gaze never left my eyes. I felt as though I’d be a puddle on the floor if someone didn’t come remove this man from my presence. I began to try and creep away from him, but each step back out of his space, he followed. I started to chuckle nervously.

"Thank you for another compliment. To tell you the truth, I’m not used to receiving those. It's been a real pleasure to officially meet you. And you are a looker as well. I’m sure you get bombarded by women all the time. I know what I said might have sounded like a slight, but I honestly had no idea who you were. Either way, it’s been a privilege."

I outstretched my hand for him to take and shake. He looked down at it, smiled and shook my hand. Damien's hand was large and strong. He felt powerful. My ass has to be in heat or something because my brain started wandering to all the places I would like to feel those big, strong hands. I licked, then bit my lip tryna keep myself from moaning out loud again. When I finally met his gaze, it was different. It was no longer light and playful, but dangerous and lustful. I stared into his eyes and felt my knees buckle. He was quick to hold me upright against him, his arm wrapped around my waist securely. His face was close to mine, so close, I could feel his breath blowing on my skin.

"Are you alright, Divinity?"

Fuck.

There goes my p***y again. She was starting to weep at his proximity and his touch and I couldn't stop my body from reacting. He smelled heavenly. His scent reminded me of a field after the rain. I looked up at him and tried to steady my breathing.

"I’m- I’m al- alright. A little too much excitement I guess. I haven't eaten yet either, so there’s that."

I tried to smile and laugh my way out of the awkward situation, when Mr. McCoy walked up on the both of us. I was still in his arms and was trying to wrangle myself out of his grip, but he was not budging.

"Is everything alright, Ms. Loore?"

"Yes I’m good. I think I just need to eat something. I was so nervous beforehand, and with the tech issues earlier, I probably ran myself ragged. Damien here was just trying to keep me off the floor. "

I was finally able to move away from Damien and turned back to Mr. McCoy.

"I’m really ok. Robin and I were on our way to get some lunch now anyway. Right Robin?"

I stared daggers into her and dared her to say anything else.

"Yeah. We were DEFINITELY on our way. Come Vinnie."

She got up out her chair and grabbed me by the arm and damn near carried me out. As we walked out the room towards the cafe, she looked at me and smiled unusually wide. I look at her, squinting my eyes cause I know what's coming next.

"What is it?"

"Damn Vin, I’mma need to borrow that dress."

"Why?"

"Because it has superpowers. I don't care what no one says, not even you. Mr. McCoy definitely has some feelings for you!! And Damien was tryna take you there on the floor. b***h!!! You better sample both of them and tell me the results. This is literally every woman’s dream, and it's about to become your reality!"

Was she right? Do Mr. McCoy has feelings towards me? Was Damien just playing, or was he serious? I honestly didn’t need to ask. Deep down, I already knew.