Elliot's POV
I fell back on the bed and I closed my eyes.
I felt like I was on cloud 9.
Sylvester had signed a long-term contract with the company, I had just taken and shower, and I was feeling a bit relaxed after having three drinks at the bar.
Looks like my day is ending on a good note...
There was suddenly a knock on the door.
...maybe it isn't.
I groaned as I forced myself out of bed and opened the door.
She stood there in front of me wearing the most tempting outfit.
A tight, black satin vest squeezed her chest so firmly that I could see everything printed underneath it.
Her matching black shorts, which were equally as tight, exposed her smooth, thick thighs.
Why am I turned on?
More importantly, why is my director the only person who has managed to turn me on?
Olivia would die for me to feel like this for her.
I quickly looked away, feeling ashamed for allowing my eyes to linger down there for so long.
"What can I do for you?" I asked as I tried to focus on her hazel-green eyes only.
"I think I forgot Teddy in there," she said as she shot me a sheepish smile.
It was either she was getting better at faking smiles or she was genuinely smiling at me.
"I didn't see him."
"I'm sure I left it in there," she insisted. "I can go and take a look."
I shook my head. "No, I'll check myself."
"But-"
"I'll check it myself," I repeated, making sure she understood that my statement wasn't a question.
I left her standing outside while I searched for the teddy bear.
I checked where she was sitting and then under the couch.
"It's not here," I said out loud. "Are you sure it's not in your room?"
I heard the door close and before I knew it, she was beside me.
"I told you to wait out-"
I immediately cut off my sentence when she bent over and started removing the cushions from the couch.
Her big, perfectly curved ass teased me as she stretched for the teddy bear.
A surge of adrenaline caused my dick to throb and I ran my hand roughly against my chin.
"Found him!" she exclaimed as she jumped up with the teddy bear.
Twenty-nine years.
It took me twenty-nine years of my life to finally feel something for something and it's her, my director.
Why?
Why now?
Why her?
I'm married now.
She's 'the one' for Blake.
I can't be aroused by this woman.
The smile on her face dropped. "Is everything okay, sir?"
"Mmm," I nodded. "I'm just tired. You should leave now."
She stepped closer to me and the sweet scent of cherry blossoms filled my nostrils.
"Actually, about that," she hesitated. "I was feeling a bit lonely in my room and was wondering if you felt the same way."
I immediately shook my head. "No, I'm good with being alone."
I pointed to Teddy, feeling a little sympathy for her. "At least you have him."
She crossed her legs and her vest raised, revealing a little bit of her stomach.
"I have some ideas about the investment you're planning," she said and my eyes returned to her breasts which were perfectly tucked into her vest.
My dick ached as lust came at me in full force.
"You can tell me all about it tomorrow at the conference, Ms. Sinclair."
I need her out of here.
It's too much.
I need her out of this room and out of my mind.
"It will only take a minute," she promised as she sat down on the touch.
She patted the spot next to her. "Sit."
"I'm fine standing," I said as I crossed my hands in the front of my pants.
"Being stubborn will only make me stay here longer, sir."
I let out a deep breath when I gave in and sat next to her.
"I did some calculations and we could raise $300 million for the digital infrastructure in just two years. Now that Sylvester is in, I can safely project that it can be even higher."
"And your calculations?" I asked her.
"What?" she asked, seeming surprised that I asked for proof.
"Where is the proof?" I asked. "You can't just pull figures out of nowhere."
She sighed as she pulled back the hair out of her face and grabbed the pen and notepad in front of us.
I watched her right hand as it swiftly moved across the page.
She scratched out some figures before correcting herself and continuing with speed.
"Here," she said circulating the final figure.
I carefully looked at each word and figure she wrote.
When I was done, I felt comfortable and impressed.
She's smart.
It makes me happy to know that the six figures she gets paid are going to good use.
She's smart and sexy.
The negative thought appeared in my mind and I immediately held my head.
"Is there something wrong?" she asked. "Did I make a wrong calculation? I didn't use a calculator."
"No, it's-"
Her breasts brushed against my fingers when she stretched for the notepad and my dick turned colossal.
I choked back the groan I wanted to let out as I sat there stiff.
"I don't think I did," she said. "It is exactly what I calculated early."
I inhaled deeply.
I think something is wrong with me.
I think my dick's gone haywire because I haven't used it in a long time.
"Sir?" she said and I ignored her. "Elliot?"
"Elliot?" she called my name again and I glared at her. "If it wasn't the calculations, what was it?"
"You need to leave now," I told her. "We'll discuss this in the morning. I'm tired."
I was in no mood to talk about numbers right now.
"No," she argued. "I would like to talk about this right now. Maybe I can do some more calculations when I leave here."
I pinched the bridge of my nose as I closed my eyes.
What did I do to deserve this torture?
"Elliot," she called my name again.
It was the sound of torture.
I need to get a grip.
"It's not you. Your calculations are fine," I explained, barely keeping my shit together. "I told you already that I was tired and I think I'm getting a headache."
She stayed quiet before picking up Teddy.
"You can use him tonight," she spoke with a sincere smile. "We can have shared custody."
I shook my head.
She's going to need him if she gets another nightmare.
"Yes," she insisted as she placed him in my arms. "I'll be back for him tomorrow."
I kept my lips together as I looked down on her.
"I'll try to recalculate things just incase my predictions are off," she began to rant. "Oh, and I should get started on the new risk management strategies and-"
"Sereia," I said to make her stop. "Get some rest."
She fell silent for a while as she got lost in her thoughts.
"Right, rest," she mumbled. "I'll definitely do that."
I nodded. "You did a really good job today so I think you deserve to sleep."
I was just so impressed with how she handled everything.
This was her first time ever coming to one of these conferences and this is her first time being a director of a company.
Even I wasn't this good at her age and I was the CEO.
I think she's handling it like a pro.
My dick throbbed again and I sighed loudly.
"Well, you seem tired. I'll finally give you some space," she said. "Goodnight, sir."
Her words said one thing while her body attitude said another.
She didn't want to leave.
Whether it was because she was afraid to face her nightmares or the fact that she was lonely, I don't know.
I wish I could help her but I can't.
It's not professional. I must keep my distance.
"Good night, Ms. Sinclair."