The following weeks, I was buried in mountains and loads of work, and I couldn't even spare the time to talk to Noah or my best friend Dawn, paperwork upon paperwork, you'll think I was an intern.
"Amelia my office, now" Mr Theo my boss said entering my office.
This can't be good.
I rushed with my tablet in hand to his office hoping to God something didn't go bad
I entered his office wing sweaty palms and my heart pounding
"Please sit" he gestured
I sat down eager to hear what bad news he had for me.
"Amelia you have done exceptionally well with the Prescott account, I must say you did a really good job"
My heart burst into relief and joy, thank goodness, I was almost clutching my pearls for the worst
"Thank you so much sir" I replied smiling
"Yes, the company called this morning and were excited and wants to continue doing business with us, and with you as their accounts officer"
That was huge.
"Oh wow, that is great sir, I won't let you down"
"I'm counting on it, that would be all, I wanted to share the good news myself" he said smiling.
"Thank you" I said standing up and leaving, with smiles and grins all over my face.
This has to be a very good breakthrough all week. I entered my office with relief I was still keeping my job.
My phone buzzed, must be Dawn calling to congratulate me.
Noah: You did exceptionally good with this account, my company is forever indebted to you.
Me: it's no problem, it's my job.
Noah: I'd like to celebrate this, why don't I treat you to dinner at my place today, sand time 7pm, I'll send a car.
I knew not to refuse, cause he would do it anyway and what the harm to accepting a harmless dinner date from a client.
Me: okay sure I'll be ready then.
Our very near kiss flashed in my head, I was so nervous about this dinner date and hoped that it goes smoothly.
….
His house is magnificent, it was a huge mansion, a fortress of luxury at the end of a long drive way, Tall, symmetrical columns flanked the entrance, giving it a stately, almost regal presence, while floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the surrounding gardens, hinting at opulence within.
Now this is a place I'll love to live. A man I guessed was the butler came to meet me
"Ms Monroe, Mr Prescott asked me to take your coat and meet him inside"
"Thank you " I replied letting him take my coat, I was dressed in a gold dress that was backless and hugged all my curves in the right place.
The butler led me to the terrace at the backyard where a table for two was set with a candlelight on it, this wasn't a business dinner.
There was Noah in his black tailored suit, looking ravishing and so stunning, I pictured myself running my fingers through his dark hair. His eyes met me and traveled all round my body, it sent shivers down my spine. He was glued to me.
Amelia" he said softly looking at my eyes
Noah" I replied "you have a beautiful home"
"Thank you, it's one of many" he said casually
"Please sit" he said
I sat down across him facing him, taking the view and everything and also keeping in my composure and not trying to freak out.
"You look beautiful he said his eyes dancing round my body
"Thank you as do you"
"I really was in capable hands when I came to your firm" he said never taking his eyes off me.
"Glad I could be of help"
We managed a little bit of small talk and dug into our meal and when it was over, he stood up and came to my side with his hands outstretched
"Would you like a tour of the house" he said
"I'd love that" I said taking his hands
His house no doubt was beautiful, inside was much more stunning, the maze garden was to die for
The spiral staircase with red carpert was magnificent, I could get lost in a house like this.
"And here is my study" he said opening a door
The study was a sanctuary of quiet power and understated luxury. Dark, polished hardwood lined the floors, reflecting the soft glow of strategically placed lamps. Towering bookshelves framed the room on three sides, filled with leather-bound volumes, rare editions, and a few curated artifacts that hinted at both wealth and intellect.
A massive mahogany desk dominated the center of the room, its surface immaculately organized, with a sleek laptop, a few carefully stacked files, and a crystal decanter of amber liquid catching the light. Behind the desk, a high-backed leather chair looked like it had been designed for someone used to command and authority.
A large portrait of an old man hung over the fireplace, "who is that" I asked looking at the portrait
"My father" he replied solemnly stepping beside me
"He looks a lot like you" I replied turning to face him
"Yeah I get that a lot, he is the reason I'm where I am today" he said not taking his eyes off the picture, was he sad?
"He must be very proud of you"
"Yeah" he said his hands raking his hair
I went over to the bookshelf, to check out the books in his study
"You read? He asked from behind me
"Yeah, I love books, I read in my spare time I said" looking at the books
Suddenly he was behind me, his hands on my waist, his breath hot on my back and I shivered.
"You look ravishing Amelia, I couldn't keep my eyes off you tonight" he said with his mouth on my neck.
I turned to face him and before I could respond he leaned in, capturing my lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. My body melted against his, every touch sending sparks through me. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer as the world fell away the mansion, the study, all of it fading until there was only him.
The kiss deepened, more urgent now, hungry and electric. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting myself get lost in the warmth of him, the strength of his hold. He tilted my head slightly, lips brushing along mine, teasing, tasting, and the heat between us grew impossible to ignore.
Amelia…" he groaned lowly, voice rough, as if he couldn't control the pull between us.
I responded with a shiver, moaning softly into the kiss, hands clutching at his shirt, trying to anchor myself. Our breathing grew ragged, mingling in the quiet room. Every touch, every brush of lips, every shiver was a promise a fire building that neither of us wanted to extinguish.
His hands traveled up to my boobs, cupping them gently and kneading them, my body was responsive, my back arched in response, giving all to him. His mouth left mine and went to my neck I have a weakness for neck kisses. I moaned in delight and pleasure was building in between my legs.
His strong arms lifted him effortlessly and my hands held his head for support, He set me gently on the edge of his mahogany desk, his hands steady on my waist, holding me close. His gray eyes were dark, intense, and completely fixed on me.
And his lips found mine instantly, slow and demanding, his hands were in my hair, my boobs, my waist, everywhere.i couldn't even think, I was gripping him for support and each movement of his felt delicious.
His hand traveled between my legs and I had a recollection.
"Noah, I moaned "I can't do this" I said pulling back from him.
"Amelia.. I-i- he stuttered looking at me pleading
"Take me home please, I can't be here, I shouldn't be here".. I said stepping down from his desk.
"Okay, I'll have my car outside for you" he said sadly as I brushed past him, he held my hands, I looked up at him pleading he let me go
"But know this, I'm not letting you go, ever"
I swallowed hard, heart still racing, I'll see you at the office," I said, turning toward the door.
"I'll be waiting," he murmured, voice rough with longing.
I left the study, my pulse still hammering, mind spinning. Part of me was frustrated with myself for stopping, for wanting to resist, but another part knew it was the right choice. Boundaries mattered… at least for now.
Yet, as I descended the staircase, I couldn't help but think about his hands, his lips, the intensity of his gaze. One thing was certain: resisting Noah Prescott was going to be the hardest thing I'd ever done.