I fought the urge to lick my lips, but I could tell right now that my panties were ruined. I’ve seen some handsome men throughout my lifetime, but the one before me had me ready to throw my panties at him. If he were to command meto get on my knees in front of him, you would have thought my legs gave out by how fast I would drop.
“Mrs. Billingsley, I presume?”
My mouth was dry, and I couldn’t speak. What the hell? Talk dammit!
“Uh, Billingsley, yes. Me.”
He arched an eyebrow and briefly looked over at the security woman. Oh shit, he had small gold hoop earrings on, too? Fuck! I briefly looked down and glared.
“Hussy, if you don’t calm the hell down!” I inwardly shouted. Clearing my throat, I looked up and smiled. “I apologize. Yes, I’m Ms. Billingsley.”
His eyes roamed down my body before he licked his lips. “Not married?”
Arching an eyebrow, my head slightly tilted to the side. “Why do you ask?”
“Because you wouldn’t be here by yourself looking that good.”
I swallowed. Was he flirting with me right now? Wait, this was not the reason I came here. I exhaled. “Uh, no but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a boyfriend.”
I don’t know why I said that because I was not entertaining anyone, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to think I was easily available. I mean, I kind of was, but he didn’t need to know that. I didn’t want to cloud his judgement from helping me if he was thinking with the head in between his legs instead of the one on his shoulders.
He huffed out a small chuckle before taking a few steps closer to me. His cologne of sandalwood and mahogany infiltrated my nostrils, causing a shiver to creep up my spine. He stared at my lips before looking into my eyes.
“Yeobo, didn’t anybody tell you that you’re single until you’re married?”
My eyes widened as he laughed out loud. He cocked his head to the side and motioned for me to follow him into his office. I exhaled and ran my hands down my skirt.
Lord, help me stay focused so we can get through this meeting.
Chapter 18
Seojun
Iwas two seconds away from telling Bishop, my personal security for my floor, to leave so that I could bend Addison over and dip my tongue in between her legs. The people who took her picture in that newspaper article that I originally saw did not do her justice.
Baby girl was breathtaking with her deep almond skin that seemed to shimmer from the sunlight coming through the window. Her curvy hips filled out her black pencil skirt, making my dick jump and the cream colored blouse made no attempt of hiding her full breasts. The way her full lips parted for me when I stepped out of my office made it damn near impossible not to imagine them wrapped around my dick. I needed to focus! Addison was here for a reason, and it wasn’t for me to lust over her.
I stepped around my desk and motioned for her to sit down at the seat across from me. Her nervous deep brown eyes stared between me and the doors leading back to the elevator and I couldn’t help but smirk. She wanted to run away. Whether it was because she was scared or turned on, I didn’t know, but I hoped she stayed so that I could find out. I moved from my desk and stood next to her. I inhaled the mixture of her sweet yet subtle floral perfume and body wash.
“Addison, come, please sit.”
She nibbled on the corner of her mouth as she stared up at me. She seemed so pure and innocent, but that couldn’t be the case. I mean, Addison literally set up this appointment in an attempt to blackmail me into helping her. I wasn’t about to let her innocent act affect me. Addison broke her eye contact with me and stepped inside my office. I nodded my head toward Bishop before closing the door.
“So, Ms. Billingsley, let’s get right down to it. What do you need from me?”
She shifted uneasily in her seat before she tucked one of her braids behind her ear. “Please, call me Addison.”
“Okay.”
“Can I call you a different name besides Mr. Adalyn?”
“No.”
“Well damn,” she uttered, pinching her brows together.
“So, what can I help you with.” I asked again, sitting in my chair.
“Just straight to it, huh?”
