His True Love Obsession, Her Never Ending Nightmare

The Encounter

“30 minutes and little over 4 miles according to my app. Not bad!” I usually am just under a ten-minute run. This is a great sign, saving me more time to get ready. I believe in signs and today is probably going to be a great day. I head to the shower turning on the hot water as Midnight jumps on my counter. “I might as well wash my hair and do a face scrub since I have all the time in the world kitty” but Midnight was giving me a mad look. “I guess you’re still pissed that I stepped on you, but hey look at my foot. Every step I will think of you today”. After my shower, I straightened my hair and moisturized my face with serums and other specialty products. My face was glowing and looking fresh. My dark circles gone. “If only everyday could be like this”. I put on minimal make up but enough to look classy. Some mascara and line my eyes to make my light brown eyes pop. Then I put some blush to add color. I head to my closet to pick out a hugging skirt to accentuate my bottom half. The only asset I feel like I have. It wasn’t like I wasn’t blessed with breasts but I didn’t have a Kim Kardashian body either. I am a size 4 on a good day otherwise I am a size 6 but that is all due to my fat ass and thicker thighs. My waist was slim but I never looked super skinny, just maybe more along the lines curvy. Oh and I am short, 5’1 but that never bothered me. Like my bestie always told me, bombs come in small packages so never underestimate! Now looking at the clock I finally see I am running behind. I rush to spray my favorite perfume and stare back at my closet. “Should I wear my flats and be comfortable or heals and look professional? I am going with the wedge boots, have the best of both worlds!” I grabbed my knee high black wedge boots and slowly put them on. Feeling the pain shoot up my foot from this morning’s incident. After that I race out the door and into my car for my morning commute. Luckily that wasn’t so bad. Walking up to my building I see the welcome sign for a potential customer. I was in charge of making sure everything was ready for when they arrived. I was happy to see at least the sign was up so maybe my checklist was being utilized. As I walked in, I smelled the fresh coffee and knew that the pastries and beverages were already delivered. Great sign, things are looking good. But I couldn’t help but start to feel anxious. I ran to my desk and picked up my checklist. I was looking down reviewing my list, rushing to the conference room and then ran into what felt like a solid wall.

Natan:

I was watching her from the conference room windows. A short thing with amazing curves. I like it when a woman has something to grab onto. I excused myself to go to the restroom so I could take a closer look. I would lie if I said I didn’t take advantage of bumping into her. It was just to have an excuse to feel her and make sure those curves were the real deal. Maybe I am sick like that but what man doesn’t like to feel a beautiful woman. I appreciate all types of beauty but natural beauty is more attractive to me. What I didn’t expect is for her to run into me so damn hard that she literally bounced off of me. I had to quickly grab ahold of her wrist and yank her roughly to make sure she didn’t fly across the room. Instead, she flew right into my arms allowing me to gladly take advantage of grabbing ahold of her right under her ass. I was pleased to tell that was real and meaty. We were both eye level but her head was dipped undermine and her arms tucked by her chest. I could tell she was shocked and winded. I smelled her luscious brown hair as it tickled my nose and recognized the fresh rose scent. She lifted her head slowly, finally looking right into my eyes. I was taken aback at how innocent hers looked and how much depth they had. Like they held a story of their own. Her face displayed shock and confusion in that moment as to what just happened. She looked like an angel so sweet and helpless.

I always had been taught, well more like trained, to be a person that could look into someone’s eyes and tell what type of soul they had. I was trained since infancy, my whole life on how to do this and it has helped me throughout my whole career. I have made tough decisions based on it. From looking onto her eye’s, I knew this girl was innocent, genuine, and thoughtful. I think there was maybe a hint of strong will. A very rare breed indeed. I couldn’t help but smirk at her, liking how she felt in my arms. I was also so thankful she couldn’t tell what type of man I was otherwise she would run for the hills. As I looked at her entirely she had some pretty features and had the whole girl next-door package. That suites her and really different from groupies I am accustomed to. Maybe it is time for a change in taste.

Sophia:

This was the second time I have hit a wall today. Well I thought I ran into a wall until I realized I was being held up off the floor with my feet dangling and felt a firm grip right under my ass. I slowly tilted my head up to realize I was eye level with this huge hulk of a man with gorgeous hazel eyes. And for some reason he was smirking at me! It was giving me a bad feeling. Like something inside was telling me to run away.

“I am so sorry sir, I do apologize for running into you and thank you for ensuring I didn’t fall down. However, now that I am ok I would appreciate if you could put me down”. Now why can’t I sound this professional and confident all the time. I am only on my game when things are going wrong and need to be put in place. As he slowly lowered me down I felt like he was taking this opportunity to keep touching me and being aware of my body. I couldn’t help but shiver and feel goosebumps all over my body. Is it my imagination or is he smiling now because of my reaction? “Thank you…”

“My name is Natan Ivanov, the president of Destination Industries. And you are?” he said in a thick Bulgarian accent. Oh s**t! This is our potential customer and I just knocked the wind out of him, or maybe knocked the wind out of myself but still. I started to take a step back to give us space and enough room for me to shake hands with him but as I started to move I had the pain shoot up from my foot from this mornings incident. I winced and as soon as I did, he quickly picked me up bridal style and held me close to him once again. I was so embarrassed and could feel my face and ears turning red! Everyone in the office was staring at us and some whispering. I could even see the jealousy in a few girls’ eyes. Not the impression I want to give if I am going to manage one day.

“Did you twist your ankle? Is everything alright?”

He sounded a bit too hopeful. That has to be my imagination and I am embarrassed and pissed off? “No, no please Mr. Ivanov I am alright. Please put me down. It’s a minor injury from something else but I assure you I am fine, THANK YOU”. To my dismay, he didn’t put me down making me angry. I wasn’t some helpless child and was more than capable of walking. He looked for the nearest chair to set me down on and started to go up my skirt. I panicked and slapped his hand only for him to start chuckling at me and looking at me with humor in his eyes.

“First, call me Natan and second I am only trying to make sure your foot is not sprained. I have been in many wrestling tournaments and know how to handle twisted limbs.” He said this while keeping eye contact with me, not even blinking. I didn’t even notice that he had already unzipped my boot and started to take my shoe off. I felt like I had no control of stopping this man! He was doing things without my realization and effecting me in ways that I just didn’t understand. It was frustrating and I will admit a little hot. I am so thankful that I took a shower this morning, shaved and moisturized my legs. I would just die right now if I showed off hairy legs. Even so, I already felt so uncomfortable with him touching me and looking into my eyes like a man in hunger.

Natan:

She shocked me when she slapped my hand. I liked it. She was a feisty one. Women usually are like puddy and let me mold and direct them in anything I desired. They usually are so easy but this was refreshing to have a fighting spirit. She is making me intrigued and doesn’t even know what she is doing to me. That is a good sign, she isn’t familiar to men like me. I only hope she isn’t too familiar with men in general but that is rare now a days. She looks to be in her late 20’s or early 30’s. I myself am 45. But the thought of another man touching her… I already don’t like the idea of someone else effecting her.

As I removed her shoe I felt how smooth her leg was and again I smelled a rose scent. I really do appreciate a woman who knows better to take care of herself. This one may be one to play with for a while compared to the others. I am usually a one and done or week at most. 

I then removed her sock and was disappointed to see her toes without polish but at least they were trimmed and cleaned. And that’s when I saw her foot scratched up to hell. And were those animal bite marks? I looked back up at her and couldn’t help but arch my brow. Feeling my gaze she quickly looked down at the floor and responded, “I have a cat named Midnight. I accidently stepped on her this morning on my way for my morning run. She let me know she wasn’t happy”. I noticed her checks become red again. Good girl working out and keeping up your endurance. With me, you will need it.

I could see she was gaining her composure and confidence back. As she opened that beautiful mouth of hers, I stared at her lips. “I appreciate your expertise in wrestling but do you have that in taming feline cats?” she snapped.  Oh baby, if you only knew what I could tame but I have a feeling you will find out soon enough. “Cat’s no, but let me check your foot out to make sure that is all that’s wrong”. I winked at her hoping maybe she got the hidden message.

I am sure she did because she drew in a breath and now even her ears are turning red. How adorable is that. I love when there is more than one way to tell if a woman is being affected. I took advantage and placed my hands on her foot and rolled our ankle and bent her toes. I could tell she didn’t want to show any sign of pleasure but she was enjoying this. In my peripheral vision, I could see George Walk approaching. He was the regional manager of Material and Supplies co.

“Sophia is everything ok?” Ah finally a name to this temptress. I looked up at George as if surprised and stood up.

“Yes Mr. Walk I am fine just a MINOR misunderstanding” she said as she glared at me. Oh baby you are quick and smooth.

“A misunderstanding?” Mr. Walk asks sternly while looking at me.

“Yes, Sophia was looking down when she rushed into me and almost feel over. It looked like she might have hurt her foot from the impact. I was concerned when she gained her balance because she showed signs of pain. I wanted to make sure that her ankle was ok and didn’t need immediate attention”. I learned to state the facts but do it in a way that you control the picture being painted. And what a different picture I painted than the one she had pictured.

“Sophia is your ankle ok? Do you need to get it checked?”

“As I was telling Mr. Ivanov …”

“She is doing fine no sprangs but need to keep it easy”. I could feel her stare on me and was enjoying this game we were playing. I turned to her and asked “Do you need my help putting your shoe back on?”

I could tell I startled her with my question as she blinked her eye’s a couple of times to register what I had asked and what was going on. “No, no that is not necessary. I …”

“Glad to hear your ok and please take it easy today. Hate to see you run into anything else. Mr. Walk I do believe we are behind.” Mr. Walk gave her a nod and we turned around and made it back to the conference room. I knew she was glaring at me and I would be lying if I didn’t say I was thoroughly enjoying the affect I had on her. I have never had a woman challenge me and excite me like this. My mother had always told me, that the one will be who keeps you on your toes, challenges you, makes you better, and makes you work for it. This may finally be the one who makes me work for it.