Chapter Four
Landon
I’m enamored.
The woman who’s settling herself in the chair opposite me is incredible. Yes, I’ve been attracted to many women. Beauties from all over the world. But there’s something about Ms. Rossi that makes me want to know more. Learn more.
Her eyes are the color of an ocean in the midst of a thunderous storm—grey and blue—hues of sadness. However, there’s a spark in them; it dances with emotion I’d love to see her unleash fully. My cock thickens. It’s painfully hard as I watch her chest rise and fall with quick breaths. I noticed how she shivered when my hand touched hers.
I affect her.
And that’s all I need to make my play.
“The building you’re wanting is not for sale anymore,” I tell her, causing her to pin me with an icy glare. Fuck, she’s stunning. Even when she’s angry, she’s exquisite. And that makes me even harder.
“What do you mean? The sign on the—”
“It’s not for sale, because I’m pulling it off the market. Something’s come up, and I’ve decided to purchase it myself.” Her eyes glow, like a candle’s been lit behind the blue glass, and she’s about to burn me to ash.
“It was for sale less than twenty-four hours ago. When exactly did you decide this?” she retorts hotly, pushing up from the chair. Her curves are hugged by a black dress that seems to be molded to her frame. Her tits, those incredibly luscious looking globes, taunt me from the low neckline, and I have to shift in my chair to adjust my dick that’s now solid fucking steel.
Lifting my arm, I push the sleeve of my crisp white shirt up and cast a quick glance at my watch. The silver Rolex shimmers from my wrist. I trail my gaze back up to meet her tormented glare, and offer a smirk before replying, “About ten minutes ago when you walked in here and told me you wanted it.” Leaning back, I watch as fire explodes in her beautiful eyes. Her lips, full and bright red, cause my dick to jolt. I’d love to see her lipstick ring around the base of my cock.
“Mr. Stone, be reasonable. There’s plenty more buildings for you to plunder,” she says, softening her tone. Her choice of words has me chuckling. This fucking woman is going to be my end.
“Ms. Rossi, trust me, there are many other things I’d prefer to plunder right now, and a building isn’t one of them.” Her cheeks darken with a rosy hue at my innuendo, but just as swiftly as it appeared, it’s gone, and the ice princess is back.
“I’ve come here to conduct a business arrangement, and if you’d take me seriously, you’d see that I have the capital to close this deal before you leave this office today.” There’s something erotic about a woman who’s strong, sassy, and delightfully bitchy. This siren definitely is all those things and so much more. It’s the so much more that’s got my mind racing with how I can break through that cold exterior to find the warm sensuality I know she’s hiding.
“Fine,” I say, rising to full height as she keeps her gaze on me. I feel it down to my Calvin Klein boxers. “I’ll accept your paperwork, on one condition.” She slowly lifts her gaze as I step around my desk. A slow heated path she follows with those stormy eyes makes my zipper uncomfortably tight. From my shoes up to my chest, landing on my own strange-colored eyes. Since I was a kid, people have told me I’m special, different. My eyes are teal most of the time, but there’s an odd occasion when they turn blue. It’s subtle. Only a few people notice it, and when she watches me, tipping her head to the side, I know she sees it.
“And what is that?” she asks on a breathy sigh. I love playing this game with her, and I know the next words out of my mouth will put that fire back in her glare.
“Dinner. With me. Tonight, at seven,” I tell her simply.
“No, I don’t—”
“There’s no debate, Ms. Rossi. If you want that building, you’ll have to have dinner with me. It’s not a date, merely a . . . business arrangement. My contingency plan to get to know you before allowing you to purchase a piece of property I’ve had my eye on.”
Her face is stoic for a moment before she shakes her head and rises. Her heels put her about a head’s breadth below my chin. She’s not tiny. She has incredible curves. And with each move of her hips, all I can focus on is how they’d look while I bent her over and fucked her from behind.
Jesus, get a grip, Landon.
“That’s not a good idea, Mr. Stone.” Her accent seduces me. It rolls over me in warm waves. An ocean crashing on the shore. And I gladly allow her to pull me into her depths.
“Then the building is no longer on the market. I trust you can find you way out,” I tell her, buttoning up my suit jacket and turning away from her.
“Wait!” The corner of my mouth lifts in a satisfied smirk.
Right into the net. I love butterflies, and she’s just been caught in my net.
“One dinner,” she bites out. It’s not angry -- it’s defeated. I’ve won too many rounds in the boardroom not to know when I have the upper hand. I don’t know why she wants this building in particular, or why I’m even allowing her to play along. But when I turn to face her, I realize exactly why. This woman is a tangled ball of tension. Anxiety is evident in her gaze, and I know I am capable of undoing every knot she’s holding onto. I want to watch her unravel. To fall apart at the seams. Then, as I slowly wind her strand by perfect strand around my finger, she’ll be in my bed soon. She’s a siren, luring me to my death, but I’m not letting her get away so easily without having her sing for me.