THE PERFECT GIRL IN THE MIRROR

Chapter 5

Distraction (James POV)

Why's she here again?

I needed to remind myself that I didn't need her here, but every time I saw her, I couldn't just help but fall into her trap.

My ex. She stood at the door with her mini skirt and red lips like she didn't almost ruin my business months ago.

I promised never to see her again, but I just couldn't help myself.

She came in last night uninvited, and I couldn't tell her to leave 'cause she knows the button to press to make me let her stay.

"Your mom asked me to come," she said. I knew my mom didn't, but my mom would cover up for her even if shknewws that she's lying.

"Lizzy, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Won't you let me in?" she said, giving me the puppy eyes, pointing her lips 'cause she knows that would work on me.

I opened the door wider, and she pushed past me.

She opened her blouse immediately, showing me her boobs that she knew i can't resist.

"What are you doing?" I asked, fully aware of what she was doing.

"I want to have s*x," she said—and yeah, that's how she is. Very straightforward, something I tend to like about her.

But she's an old case, 'cause I didn't want anything to do with her anymore after she tried to make me lose my company.

I couldn't resist her, and we ended up having s*x.

The s*x was dry, full of nothing. With every stroke I took, I thought about Stacy—yeah, the girl that came in for an interview. Her lips, so sexy. Her voice, full of hope. And her hips were crazily curvy. Lizzy moaned my name several times like she owned me, but I know she didn't. I want someone else to—Stacy.

Her soft voice. The way she blushed and avoided eye contact when she seemed embarrassed. The way her pants hugged her curves like they were built on her. The way she answered every question I asked her—it was professional but seductive and tempting. I wanted to grab her ass right there and throw her on my desk and do so many things to her, but I had to swallow my desire.

Immediately Lizzy left, I reached out for my phone dialed her number. I sincerely hoped it went through to her.

"Who the hell is this?" she said on the other end of the phone.

Feisty. Hmm. I like that.

"Is this how you'd talk to our client, Miss Stacy?" I asked in amusement, trying to hold my laugh.

"Um, sir. Um, no. Goo—good morning, sir," she stuttered, trying to sound composed. Wait—did she just check her breath? Lol, yeah, I know she just did. I just know.

"Did you just check your breath?" I was amused, wanting to confirm.

"Um, no. No, I didn't, sir."

"Well, I want you in the office in the next 30 minutes. I've got a meeting, and I want you to be there," I said, listening to her breathing heavily. She tends to do that a lot.

"Urghhh, shiiiiii—um, OK." She cursed again. She likes doing that.

"And you need to stop cursing, Stacy," I said, 'cause every time she did, my body twitched to the sound of it.

"Shiii—um, I mean, OK, sir," she tried saying.

"OK. See you in the next 25 mins." I hung up before I heard her voice again and literally asked her to marry me here and now.

I walked into the office later that morning and went straight to the conference room for the meeting.

It was 9:30 a.m. and she hadn't come. I called Linda several times to ask if she was coming but had a negative response. Just then, she walked in. With her perfect body—and, WTF is she wearing??

Why on earth is she wearing that dress? I felt like hitting everyone that turned to stare at her body.

"Miss Stacy, please sit and stop commanding attention," I tried saying through gritted teeth. I motioned to a seat close to mine for her to see, so I'd have her to myself—or so I thought. I couldn't help but stare at her all through the meeting. That dress was something that could ruin me—but I wanted to be ruined by her.

When the meeting was done, I waited for everyone to leave before I did.

"My office. Now!" I demanded as I walked to my office, trying to look angry enough to scare her.

"OK, sir," I heard her say as I walked out of the conference room.

I sat on my chair waiting for her to walk in. That dress she wore was too exposing for me—I mean, for work. Those old men were looking at her, and I even saw Evans smirking at me. Evans has been my friend since college, and he's a definite playboy. He knew I liked her just from the way I looked at her. He saw me stealing glances at her once in a while, and he kept giving me that stupid smirk.

After waiting for what felt like forever, she walked in.

Her heels clicking on the marble floor.

"Do you know what time you came in?" I asked, my eyes fixed on her.

"Yes, Mr. James... I'm so sorry... I didn't, um, get the notification on time..." she said, her lips quivering. Lips I want to kiss so badly. So she's blaming me for coming late?

Hmm, she's got audacity.

"So you're saying it's my fault?" I asked, my eyes still fixed on her. For a moment I zoned out, and I couldn't focus on what she was saying anymore. All I could see were her lips, hips, thighs—so tight in that dress. I wanted to rip it off her. But I had to control myself.

"You're sorry? Do you know how many people noticed you walking in with that dress of yours?" I said as I looked through her dress to fill my eyes with what I wish I could see.

I took several steps closer to her, and with every step I took, her breath seized. She's scared of me. Perfect. I know she finds me attractive—everyone finds me attractive.

"Everyone looked at you," I declared, 'cause I wanted her to be aware in case she wasn't.

"This dress you wore..." I stopped talking 'cause I was about to say something stupid. All I could do was take her all in with my eyes again. I just couldn't get enough of her. I heard her voice but didn't hear a word she was saying. All I could sense was fear. I stepped closer to her till she could feel the heat coming from me so she'd know I'm furious.

"Look at me," I commanded, and she obeyed immediately. That's right—I like that. Obedience is one thing I love.

"You didn't just come late, you wore something distracting, causing a distraction in the meeting, and then you blame me for it," I said, observing her as she slowly dies in fear.

"So you thought this outfit was right?" I asked, my eyes locked on hers. I could see a little amount of tears gathered in her eyes. She's scared to death.

"No, um, I didn't..."

"You didn't what, Stacy?" I said as my eyes went down from her eyes to her boobs, then her thighs. Her breath stopped for a minute—I knew it did.

"Are you scared of me, Stacy?" I asked, looking back at her eyes, waiting for her to tell me the truth.

"No, sir," she lied and blinked, looking down at the floor.

"Well, you should be," I declared, wanting her to know.

Trying not to laugh at her.

"Look at me," I commanded, and she obeyed again. Damn, I love obedient girls—especially this one. I fought the urge of kissing her and eating her up till I'm satisfied.

I tried to compose myself.

"Next time I see you wear this type of outfit to my company again, you won't get fired—but something would happen to you," I declared, and she just nodded. Good girl.

"Use your words," I said, 'cause I wanted to hear her voice one more time.

"Yes, sir," she tried saying, quivering.

"Go to the office and don't make me call you in here like this again."

"OK, sir," she turned, and I kept looking at her behind. God created such a beautiful piece. Immediately she left, I adjusted my pants 'cause I was so uncomfortable down there. Yeah, Mr. D was very excited.

Damn, I hope I don't go crazy over this girl.