Flirting My Billionaire Boss

5

The citrus scent was intense and quite strong, which Eloise guessed was probably sprayed more than once on the surface of the stranger's skin.

The last thing on her mind was how she had only a few drinks, before recklessly walking away from the chair. It was enough to have her heart broken by the affair she had witnessed with her own eyes, when even Eloise wasn't sure if she could hate Robert even after this had happened.

'Why did you choose her over me, Robert?'

'What do you see in her wrinkled thighs when you haven't seen my speech thighs?

'Do you know how often I swiped my credit card for a blood-red lingerie set before flying here?'

'And damn it, this is what I get in this country. If I knew it would be like this, I should have just stayed home, huh!'

Gritting her teeth in sync with her far-flung thoughts, Eloise almost forgot that she was not alone. Slowly, Eloise realized that a giant hand was now holding her hand.

Carrying her and giving her the support she needed to stay upright, even though Eloise wasn't sure she could make it through the night. Ah, this strange man. The man Eloise found was wearing a shirt in almost the same pattern as the one she had bought for Robert, and everything had happened so quickly.

Now, she stepped out of the bar where she had downed two glasses of alcohol earlier. Ah, the citrus man was still holding her hand, leading her to turn the corner at the end of the hallway that was somehow deserted that night.

"You... just spoke?" Simon slowed, though the man did not relinquish his hold on Eloise. Glancing over his well-built shoulder, Simon found Eloise staggering along in his footsteps. "Hm?"

The woman was dumbfounded. Raising her head because she was unprepared when the citrus man was too quick to look away, she was caught off guard.

"Me? Ah... no."

Not feeling like mumbling, Eloise did not realize that she had cursed someone earlier since the first steps Simon had guided her through.

"Is that so?" Simon raised an eyebrow. He was figuring out whether this strange woman he had met would finally give up and flee from his presence or instead stick to his side. "Is that right?"

Eloise raised her head even more. A movement that made her end up face-to-face with the citrus man, someone she had approached earlier undaunted even though they were meeting for the first time.

'For the sake of anything, Eloise!' Eloise cursed at herself. 'You're drunk, aren't you? But how did you find a man who looks so... handsome?'

It felt like Eloise hadn't been looking or paying attention to her interlocutor from earlier correctly. The only male visualization she had in her mind was Robert, as she had even wondered since the plane how many boxes her boyfriend had under his shirt.

Remembering how she and Robert had never misbehaved in the year they had been together, now secretly made the regret in Eloise grow even more vital.

"I-yes," Eloise stammered. The handshake between them still felt tight, with two pairs of beads linked together as if they did not want to be separated. "Uh, by the way, where's your room?"

Hearing this woman ask and mention about the room made Simon's adrenaline flinch. Not only that but also the male desire stored deep inside him now began to struggle to be satisfied.

"Which floor?" Eloise spoke up again.

Eloise had left her suitcase with the receptionist in the hotel lobby just before she sped off to one of the clubs a few tens of minutes ago. Thankfully, the hotel staff didn't mind, as Eloise argued that she was waiting for a friend who had the key to the room.

It was unintentional - she had no choice but to start with a lie, but who would have thought Eloise would end up with someone who had a room in this luxury hotel?

"21st floor," answering quickly, Simon chose to move on. "Now, can you stop grumbling the rest of the way? I need some quiet."

Eloise reflexively squinted. A man with a citrus scent seemed lofty, but Eloise had to admit he had beautiful jet-black beads. For a man, his eyelashes were on the level of thick eyelashes, so much so that Eloise began to wonder if her other eyelashes would be as dense.

'Stop it, Eloise!' Shaking her head just as her dirty mind began to wander, Eloise did not know why she was being naughty like this. 'Damn it. I was fine with Robert all this time. Why is it like this now?'

Simon stopped walking again. It had only been a few treads from where he had stopped, and now Eloise had started talking to herself again. This time, instead of grumbling, Simon chose to watch her closely.

"Eh? What?" Realizing Simon was scrutinizing her, Eloise couldn't help but grimace. Realizing that she might have unconsciously mumbled again earlier. "Did I mumble again?"

Simon exhaled quite profoundly. Now, he was wondering whether he should let go of her hand and what he should do for the woman who shouted at him in a public place.

Was this the right decision for him to make? Should he continue the journey that had already begun, or should he stop before things got worse?

"Alright, I'll be reticent." Deliberately pressing her lips together just in front of Simon, Eloise tried to smile faintly. "I promise."

Simon still looked at the pitiful girl with a flat gaze. No emotion could be seen emanating from there. Simon could have let go of the handshake and left her, but somehow, something inside him refused to take such a step.

"Come on." Finally letting that side of him win, Simon stomped back to their handshake, guiding Eloise to follow right behind.

Simon's hands tightly clutched Eloise's slender fingers with ivory-white nail polish that looked good. The nails were not flashy, but Simon felt that the posture of the fingers fit perfectly between his own.

"Are you... alone?" Eloise broke the silence, afraid that she would drown in the monster of silence when the two had just let the elevator doors close. The metal box started moving just after Simon pressed 21 on the door panel, with his gaze fixed straight ahead.

Not turning his head even for a moment, the man didn't seem to like talking about personal matters very much.

"Alone." Simon didn't know why. He just opened his mouth and replied. Ignoring others was not something Simon found challenging to do, so why couldn't he do it now?

"Ah, I see." Eloise cleared her throat faintly, moving her fingers in a smooth motion to try to release the handshake. "But, can you take off-"

Simon suddenly turned around. If the man's head had been facing forward, now he swiftly turned his head, looking at Eloise with an unpredictable look on his face, and of course, he replied in a tone sufficient to be heard clearly. "You're getting impatient, hm?"