The Desire

Chapter 7

Jessica PoV

...7.30 pm

After taking a shower I put on my red dress on, not showing to much of my cleavage and letting my brown hair open. A bit of powder, mascara and a nude lipstick, e voila, finish was my outfit for tonight.

I put my black high heels on. Right on time the doorbell rang. I pressed the key bottom to let him in and opened the apartment door after a view minute.

He stepped out the elevator, holding his jacket with one hand, while the other hand was in his pocket. I could clearly tell, that he took a shower, looking fresh and more handsome if he is not under pressure...not like at work... wearing a dark blue suite. As he came closer, I could smell him, his scent was starting to drive me crazy again.

"Wow... you look stunning." scanning me with his eyes

I was blushing. "Tha... thank you... you look good too."

Oh no, what’s wrong with me, why am I stuttering.

He smiled. "Are you ready? My driver is waiting downstairs."

“Oh, sure…” I got my purse and locked the door. While we are waiting for the elevator, I noticed him staring at me.

As we entered the elevator, letting me in first, he pressed the ground floor bottom he faced me with a smiling. "Ms. Jones, I assume that you are still single?"

Why are you asking? You don’t need to know….

"What makes you think so sir?" narrowing my eyebrows.

"I guess, if you were in a relationship, you would probably not agree on having dinner with me, or?" smirking.

Yeah probably…

"Mr. O'Neil, I don't see any problem having dinner with anybody, even though I would be in a relationship. That wouldn’t mean that I'm interested on going further by cheating on my boyfriend, if I would have one...."

Dare you, asking me such an intimate question!

He just nodded, finding acceptance with my answer.

We went to his car. And his driver opened the door.

Oh…. "Thank you"

"You are welcome Miss"

I sat next to Mr. O'Neil and my hands started to sweat. I think it was the result of him being close to me. Our thighs were touching and I was like electrified, feeling hot. I moved my left thigh away from him to cool down, but he followed me letting our thighs touch again. I don't know why, but he was teasing me.

Not wanting to argue about it I just leave it and looked out the window.

By the way, I don't even know which restaurant we are heading to. "Where are we going?"

"Its a surprise" Mr. O'Neil, who was just staring on his phone.

Whatever…

Not satisfied with his answer I continued staring out the window and saw the car driving to the well known Le Bernardin, stopping at the entrance.

You must be kidding man!

I remember Mrs. Williams, reserving a table for Mr. Barneys at Le Bernardin. It's still the most visited restaurant in New York City, where the upper society were dining. Of course, always over booked.

He opened the door and gave me his hand for help. "Surprise" he was smiling "do you like it?"

I carefully answered, "Yes, but... we could also have diner somewhere more moderate, I mean we are here at Le Bernardin..." whispering the name of the restaurant.

He chuckled, "Ms. Jones, I told you I want to make it up to you for being such a jerk"

Entering the restaurant, feeling out of place. I just followed him through the door and as we entered, I could see the upper-class dining in there, a lot of nice dresses, expensive bags and bling-bling’s.

The waiter showed us our table. As I looked through the menu, I swallow hard. I chose the affordable dish I could find, which was actually still expensive for an ordinary person.

"So, Ms. Jones, how do you like it here?"

"Oh, its beautiful. You know its my first time being here"

He gave me his widest smile, showing his white teeth. "My grandfather always come here with my grandmother, having dinner every once a week."

He was looking at his empty plate with dreamy eyes.

"He regrets, not spending enough time with his family. He was always hard working, spending a lot of hours in his office. My mom told me once, that she only saw granddad on the weekends, if he is not attending meeting's abroad. That's one reason why she did not marry my dad, she was scared of being left alone."

I could feel her….

Finally, our food came and I was a bit upset and astonished at the same time.

There was just a small amount of food on the plate, but someone put a lot of effort on garnishing the dish. Different kinds of splashes with so many colors on the plate, making it look like an art piece.

I was examining the lines and different colors on my plate for the last time, before eating it up.

I was hiding my disappointment and suddenly Mr. O'Neil excused his self for a minute. After he came back, he continued eating his dish, which was a lot more than mine. A little jealous, I finished it up mine still feeling hungry. That small amount was definitely not enough for me.

The waiter got our plates and came back, placing a full plate of lobster in front of me. My eyes widened, thinking that this must be a mistake. Going through my calculation in my head, this must cost a fortune.

I turned to the waiter, "Excuse me... ehm… I didn't order this..." pointing on the plate in front of me. I was so embarrassed.

"Its okay Ms. Jones, I ordered it for you" he interrupted me. "since you seemed to be still be hungry." smiling softly.

"Oh, thank you Mr. O'Neil, I didn't know" blushing again.

Please make me invisible right now…

"Please Ms. Jones, call me Brent. We don't need to be formal, since we are going to work together in the same office." sipping on his glass of whisky, he ordered a while ago.

I nodded and started eating the plate of lobsters.

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I finished my glass of water, feeling so full. I was glad, that Mr. O' Neil, I mean Brent ordered the lobsters for me.

"You know, Ms. Jones...." I interrupted him. "You can call me Jessica" I smiled.

He continued smiling back. "Jessica, I'm sorry, that I cross the line this morning. It was not my intention, and I wanted to apologize for it." He was staring at me, hoping to be forgiven.

"Its okay Brent, it was not only your fault, I also played a role in it."

Yes, you did…giving him excess to touch your body….

But still he needs to explain what got in his mind, scaring Anna.

"By the way, why did you send Anna, in the middle of the night, to my apartment? She was so scared losing her job, just for the information you told her, to deliver to me asap?" still made me quite angry.

He shook his head clearly embarrassed. "You want to hear the truth?" I nodded.

"Well, I did know, that my grandfather hired a PA for me, I didn’t expect to be so beautiful, with a strong personality being different from the other secretary I had which were for sure double my age..." I widened my eyes, not believing what he just said.

Did he just say I’m beautiful...?

"to tell you the truth, I expected a fifty-year-old lady, wearing eyeglasses, telling me all the time, what I’m doing wrong…" I could not help but burst out laughing.

He looked at me pulling his eyebrows together, his body stiffening.

"I'm sorry..." and shut up immediately.

"For short, I wanted to scare the ‘old lady’, with the purpose, so that she will not appear the next day at my office, receiving her resignation letter by the next day" His body relaxed again.

"Ahhh… so, that was it all about?"

"Yup, if I just knew better and made a back round check on you, I wouldn't have acted like that"

Back round check….? are we now working with CIA?

"Well, good to know the truth now…" saying it with a strict tone, "but you should apologize to Anna too, for giving her a heart attack that night"

He glared, slowly smiling at me. "I did...."

"What do mean you did??"

"Just before you went out for lunch, I called her and explained her everything and apologized."

Anna!!! She knew it and did not even told me... wait until I'm going to catch up with you again...

"Oh, that's nice" that's all I could say.

We finished our dinner around nine in the evening. Not looking at my watch.

It was late already. I called the waiter telling him to bring me my bill, still hoping to be in my budget.

Brent stared at me, like I was insane, his face getting red. "Jessica, what the heck are you doing!" his voice definitely not friendly anymore.

Well, I think I already know why…

"Brent, you are still my boss, I can’t let you pay my diner or else it would be a date. Did you understand" giving him a wink.

The waiter came back and I payed my bill. Of course, over my budget, so I had to use my credit card.

He didn't talk to me, but was scanning me again. I could see his eyes shining, being up to no good, still being pissed.

"Let’s head back home. We are gong have a long day tomorrow, preparing the new contracts for the new Investors" he said.

As we went out, I turned around meeting his eyes. "Thank you for the dinner Brent, it was nice to finally get to know you better."

He smiled. "Come, I'll bring you home, and don't dare to refuse my offer..." He was going ahead to his car, leaving me in front of the restaurant. "or else I'm going to drag you in that car..." toping the rooftop of the black SUV.

Did he just threaten me?

I followed instantly and entered the car, avoiding the last part to happen.

There was tension while we were driving through the city. I could smell his cologne, making me feel hot.

"Sorry for what happened inside, I didn't mean to offend you" I was staring out of the window.

I always pay for my own things, not depending on others. That's how I grew up...

"I've never been on a date you know... I mean.... out for dinner with a guy..." shaking my head, trying to make him understand.

He didn't make any noise. I turned around and he was staring on his phone.

What’s wrong with him?!

I turned back enjoying the streetlights.

Charles stopped and Brent brought me in front of my apartment door.

"Thank you again... It was a wonderful... specially the lobsters..." I giggled. "You want to come in for a coffee?" He was just staring at me.

"I'll better not let Charles wait to long, he has family you know."

Oh sure, it was late, and we needed all to got to work tomorrow, he was right.

I nodded.

"I'll see you tomorrow than?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head.

He was kind of cute, like someone who just had his first date.

"Yeah...ehm...."

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, just enough, not to give him the wrong impression of me.

"Goodnight than” I said

Was he blushing?

"Goodnight..." He turned around and was gone.

After I closed my door, I headed to my bedroom changed my clothes and put on my pajama. I brushed my teeth and went straight to bed, but the New York lights were keeping me awake, recalling what happened today.

Brent was actually a nice guy if he was in the mood.

What scared me about him was, that he could drive me crazy, making me feel things I never felt for anybody before.

What was wrong with me...

I dug my face in the pillow. He is my boss, I'm not allowed to feel this way....

But how can I resist him?

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