CHAPTER 15
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I couldn't explain it. Having this beautiful man say something like that to me was all I needed to get myself off the edge. It was all that was needed to elevate me into highness. To completely have me fawning and blushing hard beyond my own control.
I liked and hated it.
What I liked, I wasn't even sure anymore. Was it the fact that I was giving an even better impression of myself to Michael McAllister or was this happiness just stemming from the fact that something about him was just naturally making me feel excited? Making me feel butterflies?
It was too early for that, really. I barely just met the man. True, I only just met him, yet, everything about him captivated me beyond my words could really explain. What was this? Adoration? Love? At first sight? Nah, I hardly believed in that.
"I don't like waiting, Ms Kelly," He said to me, and there was that charming smile playing on his lips as he took a regal sip from his wine glass, and I couldn't stop admiring the fact that he as so gentle,yet so intense.
How did Michael McAllister do that?
"There isn't anything so special about me," I said to him, blushed subtly, and tried to keep my cool, "Really."
"Now, you're modest," He teased, commenting as though it were to b a question and I only laughed softly in response while he continued, "So far, you have appealed to me as a woman who did not stop at an opportunity to show everything she is made of."
"What are you saying? That I am proud?" I joked around while taking a sip myself.
"You have a lot to be proud of," He said to me without a waste of time.
I c****d my head to the side as I looked him I'm his beautiful deep brown captivating eyes.
"Really," I raised a teasing brow.
"Certain," He answered easily.
"How?" I asked him in challenge, "Humour me, Mr McAllister."
"I am afraid I am no comedian, Miss Kelly," He responded with a soft smile tugging at his lips.
"Then, impress me," I told him.
He looked at me impressed; I could see the glint in his eyes as he stared at me. "Bold. Hm?"
"Isn't that one out of the hundreds of things your adore about me?" I asked him playfully.
"One out of the thousands," He corrected.
"A man who is straight to the point," I smiled, impressed, "Now, I like."
"Well, I am smitten by you, Miss Rachel Kelly," He said it without a filter.
That almost made me blow my subtle girl cover because I was so close to jumping off my seat and screaming it out to the whole world.
MICHAEL MCALLISTER WAS SMITTEN BY ME!
But, I couldn't. I stayed out and all the way, the redness of my cheeks embarrassed the f**k right out of me.
Truth be told, this was starting to look nothing like an interview or a test, but just a romantic date. A spicy one at that. It made me wonder if that was Michael McAllister's intentions all along. If he actually wanted to go on a date with me, but found it unprofessional to ask, sonhe chose to use this route?
Or was I being delusional?
"So, tell me, Mr McAllister," I said to him, a little pout formed on my lips as I questioned him, a bubble of excitement brewing in me, "What about me takes your breath away?"
"So many things, Miss Kelly," He said to me, "You're beautiful. Bold. Confident. A made woman. Accomplished. Most impressive of all, unapologetic about expressing it. And from the looks of things, you seem to know what you want and what you don't."
I smiled. The perfect woman image for a billionaire man. I was representing that image and from the lost and almost gone-in-love look in the eyes of Michael McAllister, I was about certain that I was absolutely repping that f*****g image.
"You seem too good to be true," He said to me and I could not bring myself to agree more with that.
A woman like the type I was trying to front was too good to be true. Made. Elegant. Confident. Beautiful. Has her life in control. Independent. And powerful enough to wrap a billionaire like Michael McAllister around her sexy fingers. Nah. She couldn't exist for real. That woman is too good to be true.
But in the eyes of Michael McAllister, she existed and she was sitting right there in front of him. She was reality.
And he was smitten by her.
Just as she wanted. Just as I wanted.
"Are we moving too fast?" I asked Michael, a part of me wanting to be sure that we both knew what we were doing.
"I am just being straightforward with you, Rachel," He called me by my name alone and it took everything in me to not swoon and die in front of him, "If I feel something, I will be sure to pass that across clearly."
"Thorough, I see." I nodded to that.
"You know I said I do like to be thorough," He smiled at me in confirmation.
So far so good, this night was going great. I knew it was even going to go better from here. I could only imagine.
"Cheers," He raised his cup to click with mine and with a smile, I tapped mine against his', nodding softly while smiling warmly at him, "Cheers."
I already did not want the night to end. Even if this dinner was going subtle, yet low-key hot and spicy, it was the most intense thing I had ever felt in a long time indeed. I did not want the night to end at all. Not now. Not ever.
"Why don't you tell me a little about yourself too?" I asked Michael as soon as we both started on our dinner with forks, knives, and glasses of wine by our sides, "I don't know much, other than you are the incredibly hot to be CEO of your father's company."
Michael laughed.
And then, he choked.
Slightly. It was ever so slight, but he coughed softly and was quick to drink up from his wine and that little slip up was enough for me to laugh.
I had done something to him by what I said. How I addressed him like it meant no big deal. I wondered how I would ever get used to this. Making a powerful man like Michael McAllister wrapped all around me hopelessly.
"Well, if I am being truthful, all I am trying to do with my life is be competent in the eyes of my father," He told me.
"Well that shouldn't be so difficult," I quipped immediately.
"Hopefully," He smiled at me. "That's why I need an equally competent woman by my side, don't you think?"
"I would not lie to you, Mr McAllister, I don't like to be a sidekick, "I kept a smirk on my face as I talked in a low voice, firm, yet playful, "I don't like to follow orders. So, I hope we don't have a problem?" I raised a brow in question to him.
"Not a single one," He answered back, that smile lingering on his lips.
"So, does this mean I have passed this test?" I asked him.
Michael McAllister looked at me and I could nor begin to describe the effect his beauty was having on me; it was a strong, almost aggressive force that slapped me and robbed me off every braincell that I had. It had been long since a man had made my heart beat, but this man was doing it so easily. Too easily.
Just as I was the image of his perfect woman.
He was the image of my perfect man.
"So?" I asked him, "Am I your bonus? Did I pass the test?"
"Rachel, you passed the test the moment the moment I laid my eyes on you," He said to me, and once again, without a filter.
That took me off guard.
In a good way.
"Remember? The very day that you walked into my presense for that interviewe at Ciel? That was when you passed my test, Rachel," Michael said to me.
I couldn't help it. I was flustered. My entire body showed it this time around. Confident girl in the mud. I was a mush in front of this man. A complete, hopeless mush.
"So," I cleared my throat, rather aggressively, an action that brought me back to check to an extent, "If I passed, what was this date for then?"
He smiled at me, and that was when I knew that my guess was right all along.
The excitement I had all along was not in vain.
"I wanted to go on a date with you, Miss Rachel Kelly," He answered me.
"So, you tricked me into this," I teased him playfully, "Whatever happened to being straight forward with your words and thorough, Mr McAllister?"
A smile appeared on his face. A rather embarrassing one and I laughed on his behalf. Eventually, so did he.
With a hand outstretched to me like a gentleman that he was, Michael McAllister proposed it to me;
"Let's take a walk, love."
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