Chapter 2: Temptation
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Wyatt
Third POV
"Do you know why is it that I let you choose your own projects?" Wyatt stares at Lewis who is sitting across him.
"Yes sir, to choose according to our capabilities."
"You chose this project, and fought for it." He exhales. "I'm giving you two more weeks to find the killers of the client's parents. I'm being generous, am I not?"
Lewis nods solemnly.
"Close the door on your way out."
"I will not disappoint..."
"Close the door Lewis."
Lewis' face drops and he walks out of the office. Finally leaving him to face his panic.
He notices his unsteady hands as he types, and his breath pattern changing. If he doesn't calm himself, he is going to have a panic attack.
Wyatt sinks into the couch when he arrives at the mansion. Then, something suddenly distracts his thoughts. A strange aroma!
He goes to the kitchen to investigate. Zara is wearing a coat and heels. Who cooks wearing heels?
“Hi,” he says, folding his arms and standing a few feet behind her.
She jumps when she hears his voice, and seems to try to recollect herself. Then she turns.
“Hi, Mr Henderson,” her lips curl up, but her voice is unsteady.
Her heels make a sound as they collide with the marble floor. She walks slowly and deliberately, as if she is in a beauty pageant. Wyatt suddenly finds himself too stunned to speak or to move.
When she stands in front of Wyatt, she unfastens her buttonless coat.
“I’m so sorry sir, did I startle you?” She says in a whisper.
Wyatt opens his mouth, and closes it again. He glances at the black lacy lingerie than he can see through. Her black thong is visible through the lingerie, and her breasts without a bra.
He decides to turn his attention to her face. She bats the beautiful eyelashes, and if goddesses existed, she would be one of them.
This time, Inaya went too far!
Was this really another one of Inaya’s usual temptations? He was not going to give in. She was crazy if she thought that it would work.
“How was your day?”
“Drop the act. You owe me Miss Acres, and you are going to pay back with interest.” Wyatt jaw clenches.
“I didn't mean to do it. I swear, I didn't know. I genuinely enjoyed our conversation."
" You enjoyed our conversation so much that you drugged me? How much did they pay you?"
"Oh! Were they supposed to pay me? It was just a dare."
"A dare?" He roars. I lost $8 million for a dare!"
"You lost what?"
"They didn't tell you? You are more idiotic than I gave you credit for."
She placed her palms on his muscular chest, but she was trembling, and he held back his laughter as she tried to calm herself.
“What are you doing?” He said calmly, but this made her shiver even more.
“I’m trying to please you?” She looked like she didn’t really have a clue on what she was supposed to do.
“Are you now? How do you intend to please me?” He whispered.
“I...” Her voice trailed off.
He had entertained her long enough, it was time to get back to work.
“If I touched you like that, I was going to get told about consent. What gives you a right to touch my chest without my permission?” He roared.
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done this. Please don’t tell your wife.”
He glared at her. “Just stop with this madness. If you think you can do what you did in Malibu, you are going to spend your life looking over your shoulder. I don't mind lawsuits.”
He removed her hands that were still glued to his chest, she lost her balance. He caught her before she reached the floor, and he maintained eye contact.
She closed her eyes, and their lips were drawn to each other like magnets. As he kissed her, her lips automatically responded, and he found himself dropping her coat on the floor and holding her waist.
Their breaths were the only things audible in the room. Then he pulled away and held her wrist.
“How about we finish this somewhere?” He was breathless.
“Where?” Her eyes widened.
“You choose. Where do you want us to go?”
“Firstly, what do you mean by finish? Are we going to have s*x?” The hesitation in Zara’s voice was noticeable.
“Yes, if you want to.”
He noticed the panic in her eyes. Was he losing his touch? Women jumped at an opportunity to be pleased by him.
“No, this is our first kiss.” She pulled back.
“You wore a lingerie to seduce me for a kiss?” Wyatt shook his head.
“Inaya is the one who put you up to this, didn’t she? Then you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into.”
“No, why would she want me to have s*x with her husband?” Her voice was shaking again.
“Because she is scheming. That’s why.”
“No, she didn’t.” She persisted.
“If you think that you are the first person to be put up to this, let me tell you, you are not."
“When you are done with that,” he motioned towards the kitchen counter. "You better leave," he added.
“Only if you knew the impact of your actions on other people’s lives."
Miss Acres didn’t respond. Instead, she kept blinking and her eyes were filled with tears.
"I really hope you are not doing this for money. If you are, I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes when I find out.”
She was still silent, and her crocodile tears were on the brink of falling.
“Things people do for money.” He shook his head, and took his jacket with so much force it startled her.
He left her standing in the kitchen, climbed up the stairs and banged the door of his study.
There was something pulling him towards her, and he really wanted to f**k her.
He laughed a little, thinking about he trembling voice and her shaky hands trying to keep still on his chest.
If Inaya was really the one who put her up to this, he would’ve regretted making any move on her. He called William to temporarily wipe out all the CCTV footages of his house.
He stared at his computer, but he couldn’t concentrate, and the grip on his pen tightened.
He was mad, probably because Miss Acres was the first of Inaya’s minions who got a kiss out of him. They have all failed.
He was tired of Inaya’s games. As for little Miss Acres, he would teach her a lesson she would never ever forget, she was not going to cross him twice.
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