CEO’s Temptation

FOUR

NATALIE

The past few days with Aaron in Minneapolis have surprisingly been pleasant. Apart from the constant running around that I’m finally getting used to, he hasn’t really gotten on my nerves lately.

The first meeting with Joe Haynes happened earlier today and I bring a file containing necessary details about the project to Aaron Curry’s Suite to go through.

I don’t find him in his suite but I can hear the shower running so I’m just going to wait for him to come out.

The Suite is the executive kind, very large and spacious, and decorated. There’s a wall to ceiling glass that oversees a beautiful view of the city. Standing behind it, I actually admire the beauty of Minneapolis.

The sound of Aaron Curry clearing his throat startled me and I jolt as I turn around.

“How may I help you?” He asks in a rough, edgy but cool tone.

He’s naked. Well, half naked and his print is still visible behind the towel hanging below his waist. He is still wet, water dripping from his hair down his naked torso. I resist the urge to bite my lips.

My hatred for him aside, he actually has a handsome body. He is tall, broad-shouldered, beardless, with an ingeniously attractive face. His bare chest is gleaming skin and sleek ripping muscles. A chiseled perfection.

“This is the file on the project,” I say, trying to play it cool as if the heat from his hot body isn’t burning me to the bones.

“There’s a dinner at the foundation tonight and I need you to come with me,” Sitting in the Sofa in his suite, legs crossed, arm spread, a cynical look on his face, Aaron Curry says in the same authoritative manner that makes him believe he’s in control of things.

“What?” I ask in shock. The file I’m holding slips from my grip and I quickly bend down to pick it back up. My boss sighs audibly.

“This was a last minute decision but I don’t want to go alone.”

“Then hire somebody. You have escorts at your beck and call, don’t you?” I spit out before biting down on my lip realizing I probably shouldn’t have said that. I’m slightly deterred by the disproving look on his face.

“Another thing I don’t want to do. Why hire somebody when I can just take my assistant along? What if I need a glass of water or to get my shoes cleaned.” He smirks slightly.

Bile rises in my guts along with the burning temptation to strike him across the face for even making such a condescending statement. But I clench my hand in a tight fist instead, holding myself back.

I manage to a fake smile.

“You don’t need your assistant there, Mr. Curry. You’ll do just fine on your own. By the way, I don’t have what to wear.”

“Wear whatever you have. The driver will be here in two hours. If I were you, I’ll start getting ready.”

Rising to his feet, he brushes past me and walks away while I just stand here, wondering what could have prompted this. Is he planning to humiliate me tonight?

****

Back in my hotel room, which is just across from Aaron Curry’s Suite although not a suite itself, I stare down at the second luggage Kate had insisted I carry. I haven’t even had time to unpack properly. It’s been one thing to do after another since we got here three days ago and, I thought I’d finally be able to rest after today’s meeting. Unfortunately, like every other day, today isn’t my rest day.

Maybe there will be a dress in there. I think to myself, silently grateful for Kate’s intervention while I was packing. Otherwise, I might have to wear a skirt and a shirt like every day of my life. Or better still, I go back to insist that he gets me a dress.

I chuckle at the idea sod the bastard getting me anything that will make my life easier. He hates me. Blocked me from getting another job. Forced me to become his assistant just so he could use me as he likes. He doesn’t give a s**t about me.

Black sandal heels welcome me as I open my unboxed luggage and I let out a sigh of relief. Even though I barely wear heels because of the many running arounds, this will be very much needed tonight. I catch sight of the red dress Kate had packed for me. A slip dress with lace hemming and a slightly v neck. Perfect for an elite dinner like tonight’s. I bring out the makeup bag and underwear, making sure everything is set before going into the bathroom.

I take a lad glance at the red dress on my bed. This is not the time for a second thought. If I turn down wearing that dress, I’ll spend the entire night looking for what to wear and not finding it.