Chapter 11: Chapter 11



Charles POV

Lord have mercy.

Her hands were heaven. As I moulded mine with hers, our eyes connected, and a zap of electricity went through my spine sending blood to my lower regions.

Lord! I was royally fucked.

"It's Charles," I whispered, temporarily breaking the invincible spell that appeared to have held us captive.

"Yeah, nice to meet you, Charles." She rasps. I was a hundred per cent sure she hadn't the faintest idea of how sexy she sounded. And I wasn't about to let her know how much.

That would be nailing my own coffin.

How could a person be so sexy? I had a sneaky feeling she knew what she was doing to me. And on cue, as if she has been reading my mind, she licked her lips and sent me a shy smile. Nah, it seems she was innocently tormenting me.

I found solace in the fact that the attraction I felt wasn't one-sided. I was sure the sooner we fucked, we'd be satisfied enough to get each other out of our system.

"So, what was it that made you feel your meeting was a flop?" She asked casually, which broke the non-verbal, extra testosteronal war that was going on between us.

What the fuck was testosteronal? She got me creating my own words. Man, I was in serious trouble.

Shaking my head mentally, I tried to focus on the question at hand. "I think it all started when I bumped into you this morning. My mind went into a frenzy and I lost all thoughts of work except for your hazel eyes," I said, turning up the corner of my lips in a smirk.

"Really?" She raised her eyebrow in amusement.

I laughed, "I sound cheesy right?"

"Where in God's name did you pick up that line from?" She asked as she curved her neck to the side with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Actually, I just created it. But truthfully your eyes though..." my expression turned partially serious.

"If you say captivating, I will kill you." she interrupted with a smile on her lips. Suddenly, she asked, "What do you do?"

I answered mindlessly. When it came to my company, I didn't need to think.

"I own a company called techficals. We build traffic lights using artificial intelligence. The meeting I went for was with some foreign and home investors."

"Okay, and what was the outcome?"

"They said they would get back to me."

"Oh," She replied, eyebrows raised. That wasn't always a good sign.

"How much do you need for your company?"

That caught me by surprise. I knew she had money but, that much money?

"Really?"

"Just answer the question, Charles."

"Okay. Two million."

"Two million what?"

"Dollars."

"Oh shit!" She said, and we both busted out laughing.

In the excitement of the moment, we had both forgotten about the fact that we were sitting at a bar without drinks. My glass of scotch was empty and she was without a drink entirely.

You moron! my mind reprimanded.

Bending slightly forward, I whispered into her ears, "What would you like to drink?"

My action must have taken her by surprise because she immediately backed away. And using her hands to push her hair behind her ears, she answered, "I'll take that sparkling water with the soda." She said to Justin the bartender as he approached us.

"And you?" Justin asked, turning his attention to me.

"I'll have another glass of scotch please," I replied.

I turned my attention back to Annabelle, "So where was I?

Rubbing my palms together, I continued, "Yeah! I was talking about how I messed up my presentation because I was late, unprepared," I paused as if thinking, "---And occupied with certain hazel eyes I couldn't forget." I finished with a mixture of sadness and playfulness.

"Oh my lord. I understand you are trying to be charming Charles, but this is too much!" She laughed, placing her hands on her chest just as our drinks arrived.

"Me? Charming? How?" I faked ignorance, giving her a look that said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Urh urh" she muttered, waving her index finger from side to side in front of my face. "Don't give me that look."

"What look?" I insisted, frowning my brow like I was clueless before taking a sip of my scotch.

"Okay, You win!" She announced, giving me an expression of defeat.

"Giving up on me so soon?" I asked mockingly.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"Let's play a game." She said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"What game?" I asked, raising my brows suspiciously.

"A truth game." She calmly replied.

"What the heck is a truth game?" I inquired. My voice laced with interest.

"It's a game where I ask you a question, and you tell me the truth. If you lie. You do whatever the other person wants."

"And how the hell is one suppose to know when the other lies?" I asked again, brow raised.

"If you hesitate, or think before answering, then you've failed." She confirmed with a mischievous smirk.

What the hell was I getting myself into?

"Do you mean anything?" I asked lowly, my voice a few octaves lower.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Fuck! I'm in." I growled.

Looking to the bartender I said, "Keep the drink coming, Justin. I'm gonna need it."

Turning back to her, I asked, "Shall we begin?"

"First question." She said as she took a deep gulp from her glass. "Do you want to fuck me?"

She went in for the kill.

"Fuck yes!" I groaned, "Right here on this fucking table."

She clenched her thighs.

"Your turn, " she rasped.

"What made you think I stole your purse?"

She did a double-take. Not excepting such a mundane question.

"When I couldn't find it, and you didn't return it, go figure."

"So you just assumed?"

"That's two questions in a roll, not accepted." She winked. "My turn."

I lifted my palm above my head in surrender. "Okay, okay, you don't play fair Annabelle."

She smirked.

"Did you intentionally bump into me earlier, to get my attention?

" Hell no! As I said, I was in a hurry."

"Looking at bums you mean?" She said it so lowly that I almost didn't catch it.

"Was that a question?" I asked.

"Nah, your turn."

Taking a seep of my scotch, I rasped, "Do you find me attractive, Annabelle?

" I-- " she stammered. Stumbling over her words, "Not really."

"You lie." I accused. Taking another seep from my glass and flashing her a victory smile.

She wanted to argue, but the knowing smile I sent her made her reconsider. With a sigh of defeat, she asked, "What do you want, winner?"

Even in defeat, she was still sarcastic. My kind of woman.

"Breakfast."

"What?

"8 am tomorrow, with me in this restaurant or your room. Your choice."

"Restaurant is perfect." She hurriedly confirmed, with a smile tugged below her lips.

"I must say, Annabelle, I really enjoyed this game."

She rolled her eyes at me. Sexy.

"I'll like to go up now." She said, drowning the last drop of water from her glass. "I believe sleep is in order."

"Would you mind if I walk you?"

"You've earned it Mr Charles." And with a smirk, she adds, "Gloat while you can."

--And so it begins...