"Addison, are you okay?" Andrew asked as he walked down the hallway.

"Andrew, what is your last name?" I asked with seriousness.

He approached me, and I could tell by the look on his face that I already knew.

"London. It's London," he answered as his blue eyes stared into mine.

My heart started racing, and all of a sudden, I felt very hot. He noticed my reaction and lightly took hold of my hand.

"Come sit down, please."

He led me to the oversized leather couch and I sat there staring at him in disbelief.

"Now that you know who I am, I don't blame you for wanting to leave and never see me again," he spoke as he put his head down.

"Never see you again? How would that even be possible since I'll be working for you?” My voice grew louder. "Why didn't you tell me the first day we met?" I asked with anger in my voice.

"Does it matter, Addison? Does it really? I wanted you to like me for me, not my name."

"I'm not that kind of person. I like someone for who they are inside, not how much money they do or don't have!" I spewed at him.

"Addison, please calm down. I'm sorry, but the fact is you never asked me what my last name was."

I got up from the couch and grabbed my purse.

"I need some air."

"Please don't go,” he begged as he jumped off the couch.

He grabbed my arm, pulled me against his hard body, and smashed his mouth against mine. He wrapped his hands around my head, and instantly, I calmed down. He gently bit my bottom lip and his tongue found mine as they intertwined. I ran my fingers through his hair, for no one had ever kissed me the way he did before. I knew from that kiss, it was hook, line, and sinker for me. He pulled back and looked at me. When he stared into my eyes, I felt so at ease and comfortable with him, as if I had known him my whole life. I felt like putty in his hands.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I couldn’t help but smile. "Yes, Mr. London, I'm okay."

He gave me a tender kiss on the lips and led me back over to the couch.

"Talk to me. Tell me how you feel about this, about me, about everything."

I could sense the desperation in his voice, and I could tell he was worried that I wouldn't want to continue seeing him.

We sat on the couch together as he ran his finger softly up and down my arm.

"Did you know who I was that day we met at the Coffee Pod?" I asked.

"No. I didn't until after you left, and I went to talk to Veronica."

"Did you follow me that night to the club?"

Andrew smiled. "No, Addison. I own that club."

I sat there in disbelief and pondered why he didn’t tell me that night.

“Excuse me? You own that club?”

"I went there that night to check on things. I usually get there about once a week, and as Phillip was driving by, I saw you standing in line with your friends. You looked cold and I couldn't leave you standing out there.” He looked down.

I brushed his cheek with the back of my hand.

"That was very sweet of you," I whispered.

He looked up at me and took my hands in his, interlacing our fingers together.

"I'm going to be honest with you, Addison. From the moment I saw you holding up the line at the Coffee Pod, I wanted to get to know you. No. I needed to get to know you.”

“You did?” I bashfully asked.

“Yes. I did. You’re a very beautiful woman.”

I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks and I looked down in embarrassment. He took his finger and placed it lightly under my chin, lifting it slightly so my eyes were staring into his.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you who I was. I’m just tired of people wanting to get to know me because of my name. Will you forgive me? Please?”

The corners of my mouth curved into a small smile. He was charming, and I couldn’t seem to resist him.

“I forgive you.”

“Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me. Now let’s have dessert. Shall we?”

Andrew helped me up from the couch and led me into the kitchen. He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the most magnificent-looking chocolate cake with raspberries surrounding it.

“I hope you like chocolate cake."

"It's one of my favorite desserts.”

"Again, I'm sorry about not telling you who I was," Andrew spoke as he cut into the cake. "I'm twenty-five years old and I’m the CEO of one of the biggest architectural companies in the world. You have to imagine what kind of group that puts me in."

I picked up my fork and cut into the cake.

"Do you like running your father's company?" I asked.

He sighed as he poured me another glass of wine.

"It's a lot of hard work, but yes, I do enjoy it, and I like the perks and benefits." He winked. “I wasn’t supposed to take over the company for several years. I was supposed to work as my father’s right-hand man until he retired, but he had an unexpected massive heart attack.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thank you, and I’m sorry about your father as well.” He held up his wine glass. “Here’s to two amazing fathers. May they rest in peace.”

I tipped my glass to his with a smile.

 "Would you like to dance with me, Addison?" he asked as he set down his glass and held out his hand.

I looked around as I placed my hand in his.

"I don't hear any music playing, Mr. London."

He grabbed a small white remote off the counter, and with the push of a button, music started playing around the apartment. He led me back to the living room, where he held me, and we slowly danced to Eric Clapton's “You Look Wonderful Tonight.” I’d never felt so safe as I did in his arms. I laid my head on his shoulder and I heard him take in a sharp breath. He kept his hand on the small of my back and his face was nestled in my hair.

"You smell wonderful," he whispered in my ear.

He could feel me smile as he held me tighter and closer. The song ended, and as I lifted my head from his shoulder, he gently brushed his lips against mine. Our mouths locked together, and our tongues started tangling ever so softly. I could feel his heart and mine racing together as another song started to play. His hands slowly moved up and down my back as mine were wrapped around his neck. He moved his mouth to my ear and softly down my neck. I was on fire and melting at the same time as I could feel his hard cock pressed against my body. Andrew suddenly stilled and looked at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He smiled as he put the back of his hand to my cheek.

"We have to stop, Addison. I won't let us do this tonight."

He was serious, and I couldn't believe it. I wanted him inside me, on top of me, holding me, making love to me.

"I have great respect for you and I won't let us jump right into bed before we know each other better. I hope you can understand.”

I trusted him and his decision, so I softly smiled. In the past, I’d been too quick to sleep with guys and it always ended with me being broken hearted.

“I agree, Mr. London."

 "It's getting late. Let's get you home." He kissed my forehead.

I curled up in my bed, and suddenly, I felt alone. My mind was playing the events of the night. The dance, the kiss, the passion, and the fact that I was quickly falling for this twenty-five-year-old CEO of the company I now worked for. Suddenly, my phone dinged with a text from Andrew.

"Good night and sweet dreams. I had the most amazing night of my life with you. I miss you already.”

I instantly replied back with a smile on my face.

"Everything was perfect, including the chocolate cake and our dance. I miss you too. Good night and sweet dreams.”

I closed my exhausted eyes and fell into a deep sleep.