Seducing The Heir

Four.

Looking at him, I let out a long breath. "Five minutes," I said after a while. I didn't want to go to his office. I didn't want to go there and let him talk his way into my pants. Nope. Not happening again. Never in a million years.

He nodded. "Five minutes."

He turned around and walked to his office. I knew I would regret this, but I had no other choice.

I followed him inside his office and closed the door behind me. His office was a big room. The walls were gray and white. The gray was like the color of wet concrete, and the white paint resembled pure ivory. Everything was neat in his office. His desk was big—oak with a glass plate on top. A computer, a pencil holder, and a wooden picture frame were on top of the desk and piles upon piles of paperwork. A dark wood filing cabinet and a leather chair was behind his desk.

I turned to look at him. He was sitting on his chair and was staring right back at me, smiling his crooked smile. "Close the blinds," he said.

I frowned. "Why?"

"Just do it." His voice was firm, sending goosebumps crawling on my arms. It was so deep and powerful that my knees almost went weak. I did what he said. I walked over to the window, pulled the cord, and closed the blinds. The sun's brightness was blocked, and his office had turned dark.

He nodded. "Close the window blinds, Ms. Harper."

I did as he said. When I turned around, he was smirking. My heart raced. "What are you doing?"

"I told you I had something to show you," he said.

I couldn't stop looking at him. The way his eyes seemed to glow in the dark mesmerized me. He was staring right at me as thought trying to hypnotize me. I could feel my heart beating faster with every passing second. "What is it... Sir?"

He chuckled. "You look beautiful today," he said.

I was puzzled. "W-What?"

He stood up and walked toward me. I wanted to back off, but I couldn't as I was rooted to the spot.

"Did you know that I've been trying to get you to see me for almost a year?"

I shook my head.

"You are gorgeous, Emily," he said as he reached me. "You are more than beautiful. I've tried so hard to get you to notice me." He put a hand on my waist, making me gulp. "You have no idea how hard it was to keep seeing you every day and do nothing. I wanted to touch you, hold you, but I couldn't."

"I-- I--" I couldn't get any words out of my mouth.

"You know what I want," he whispered as he put his hand on the back of my neck. "I want you, Emily."

"N-no, you don't," I said, finally finding my voice. It took most of my will to back away from him. "We only shared one night together. We were both drunk, at that. What you feel toward me is trivial. It doesn't matter."

He smiled. "Is that what you think, Emily?"

Crossing my arms over my chest, I took another step back. "Yes." The memory of last night inside the McMillan mansion flashed inside my head. I want you to seduce my son, Ms. Harper. I want you to make him fall in love with you. Clearing my throat, I tried to push the intrusive thoughts away. "And you still owe me an answer," I said. Letting out an audible exhale, I added, "Sir."

His forehead crinkled, but he didn't say a word.

I sighed. "Why were you still inside my condo last night? I thought I told you that you shouldn't be there anymore when I get back."

He laughed and turned on his heel to walk back to his desk. Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he sat on the edge of his table. "After a night of glorious s*x, you expect me to leave?" He clucked his tongue.

Warmth flooded my cheeks. I was pretty sure that I was red in the face already. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I thought of something to say. "I wouldn't call it 'glorious.' It was drunk s*x. I didn't even feel it, and I told you it would never happen again. It was a mistake."

His smile widened as though my words did not affect him whatsoever. "I doubt that," he simply said to which I raised my eyebrow. When I didn't speak, he went on. "You didn't feel it, huh? Your loud moans say otherwise."

My face blushed even more. Loud moans? What? I didn't even remember making any moans. I didn't remember anything past half a bottle of wine and a few whiskey shots. He was just being obnoxious. "It was still a mistake."

"You're lying," he said, shaking his head. "You cannot fool me, Emily. I feel your need every time you look at me." He stood up and started walking towards me again. This man couldn't stay seated. I took another step back until the wall was hitting my back. He was standing so close to me that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. "You don't feel it?" he whispered. "You don't feel the need to have me? The way you grit your teeth and your toes curl when you look at me. Aren't those enough proof you want me?"

All of a sudden, I couldn't seem to get enough air. "No," I said quietly.

He put a hand on my waist and pulled me into him. I shuddered when I felt his hard body on me. Closing my eyes, I tried to remember everything I wanted to tell him. No. No. I don't want to feel this. I can't. I can't.

His hot breath brushed against my neck. "You can't fool me. I know what you feel, Emily. I know that you want me."

"I don't," I said between clenched teeth. He placed a hand on the back of my head, locking me in place. I could feel his riotous heartbeat, loud inside his chest.

Rye scoffed. "More lies." He then grazed his lips against my neck. "Your heart is pounding. Your eyes are glazed over. You're shivering," he said, sending a shiver down my spine with those words.

Fighting the heat spreading all over me, I pushed him away. "This is inappropriate, Mr. McMillan," I breathed out.

At that, his eyes darkened as he stepped away. Before he could say something, the telephone on his desk rang. For a moment, his face looked like a brewing storm. He took a deep breath, and then the look on his features changed. His eyes were alight, and he was smiling again. Ignoring the insistent shrill of the phone, Rye spoke, "You're right. This is inappropriate. Forgive me, Miss Harper. We should be professionals," he paused to take a breath, "You can go now, Miss. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

My mind whirled in confusion at his sudden change of heart, but I felt a wave of relief wash over me at his words. I was too stunned at what had just happened that I could not think of anything to say.

He turned around and walked toward his chair. Before he sat down, he ventured his gaze back to me. "And, Miss Harper," he said as I started to the door.

Ignoring the pummeling in my chest, tried my best to meet his eyes. "Yes, Sir?"

"I told you that I had something to show you, remember?"

I nodded. "What is it, Sir?" My heart wanted to burst out of my ribcage.

He took a folder from a stack of papers on his table and showed it to me. "Father assigned me as the managing supervisor of the new ad campaign," he said, finally sitting down. "Starting today, we will be working together on that project."