Fantasizing you, Mr. CEO

Chapter9

"How many do you have?" Roxy inquires, her curiosity piqued. "I lost count after thirty," Andrew responds. Her eyes widen in astonishment, and she can't help but have a momentary daydream about the tattoos scattered across his body. She wonders, fleetingly, if it would be inappropriate to express her desire to explore his inked skin and play a game of counting every single tattoo, starting over if she loses count. Her inner vixen playfully joins in, imagining herself on all fours, tongue out, determined to keep count accurately. It's a tempting thought, one that could either lead to her downfall or an incredible pleasure.

Roxy's mind travels, envisioning Andrew's torso and arms adorned with intricate ink designs, given the visible tattoos on his neck, head, and hands. She can't help but wonder where the rest of his tattoos are located. Summoning her courage, she asks, her voice escaping with a hint of shyness, "Where are all of these tattoos?" A smile forms on Andrew's face as he responds, raising an eyebrow. His gaze fixates on her, waiting for her reaction.

Her eyes widen further, her imagination running wild. She becomes even more intrigued by the thought of seeing Andrew's bare skin, picturing the inked designs against her own untouched complexion. It's a desire that ignites a longing throughout her body.

Catching a glimpse of her watch, Roxy realizes that only ten minutes have passed. Time seems to move slowly, given the heavy traffic that stretches their journey for another twenty minutes. She fears succumbing to her impulsive desires. Her inner vixen playfully throws her hands up in frustration and walks away in her thoughts. Roxy tries her best to steer her mind away from explicit scenes, searching for another question to divert her thoughts. She desperately wants to prevent her imagination from wandering into explicit territory, where her mind explores Andrew's naked body with her tongue tracing every inch of his inked skin. She wants to see his tattoos, to discover their placement. Amidst her internal struggle, she manages to come up with a question, the only one that seems to come to mind. "Why do you have so many tattoos?"

Andrew gazes at her for a moment, releasing a short breath before responding. "I love my tattoos. After getting my first one, I wanted another, and then another. Eventually, I lost count of how many tattoos I have. But each one represents something important to me. I wanted to challenge the stereotypes surrounding tattooed individuals. Some people still associate tattoos with being a bad person, and I wanted to show that this is not the case. A person's character determines who they are, not their tattoos. Tattoos are simply a form of self-expression. Each person expresses their desires, interests, and needs in their own unique way. For me, tattoos are my way of expressing myself."

Roxy finds his answer surprising, as she truly admires his perspective on tattoos. Andrew then raises an eyebrow, asking, "Do you have any tattoos?" She can't help but grin, replying simply, "No."

Before Andrew has a chance to respond, Roxy interrupts with another question. "What types of tattoos do you have?" she asks, her curiosity getting the better of her. Deep down, she wants to request a private show, to see every single one of his tattoos. But she reins in her desires, trying to suppress her inner temptress from taking control and tearing his clothes off in her overwhelming desire to witness him in all his glory.

Andrew considers her question before responding, "I have a variety of tattoos, each with its own special meaning to me. For example, I have a lotus flower," he says, pointing to his throat. "The lotus flower symbolizes hardship and struggle. It serves as a reminder that success often comes from overcoming difficulties. Anything worth having requires effort." Roxy feels his gaze linger a moment too long, and she quickly averts her eyes. How can this man make her feel like a smitten teenager with her first crush?

Andrew appears even more enticing as he shares the significance behind each inked design. Roxy's mind entertains playful thoughts, wondering where on his body the tattoo of the goddess might be hidden. Could she play a game of hide and seek with his flesh?

Before Roxy can respond, Andrew redirects the conversation back to her. "Now, back to you. Tell me something about yourself that wasn't mentioned on your resume. I've shared some things about myself, so it's only fair for you to do the same," he says with a smirk, waiting in anticipation for her answer.

"I love numbers," Roxy quickly replies. However, Andrew shakes his head, dismissing her response. "No, that's obvious from your resume. You're a finance major and work as a financial adviser," he points out. Roxy's heart skips a beat, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves. The silence stretches, becoming almost deafening.

He breaks the silence, his voice tinged with amusement. "Fine, since you won't tell me, I'll ask. Talk to me about your mother. You mentioned her during the interview," he prompts, his gaze fixed on her, waiting for her answer.

Her heart pounds in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears. Why did he have to ask about her mother? Out of all the possible topics, why did he choose that one? Roxy tries to steady her breathing as she responds, "She was a good mother. She taught me important values and instilled in me a strong work ethic."

Unbeknownst to Andrew, her mother's teachings had left a mark on her, emphasizing the importance of not relying on others for her needs. Her mother had cautioned her never to be in a position of need, as that would give someone the power to hurt her. These teachings stayed with Roxy even after her mother's passing, when she was still clinging to a man she believed she needed.

Due to her mother's experience, Roxy has refrained from pursuing romantic relationships for quite some time. She has become accustomed to having purely physical interactions, devoid of emotions or attachments. She engages in casual encounters, seeking only pleasure without any emotional entanglements. It's a rough and emotionless approach, but one that suits her well. She prefers no strings attached, keeping things purely physical.

Occasionally, guys have expressed interest in pursuing a real relationship with Roxy, but she has consistently declined. She wants to keep things as they are, avoiding any romantic entanglements. These encounters are purely about physical gratification. They hang out from time to time, satisfying their physical needs, and that's where it ends. There are no sleepovers, no public displays of affection - just purely physical connections. Love and emotions are not part of the equation. Roxy witnessed the pain and violence that "love" inflicted on her mother, and she refuses to repeat those same patterns. She refuses to subject herself to pain and abuse. In her eyes, it's better to engage in casual encounters and move on.

She is determined not to become her mother in that way. She will not allow the cycle to continue. Suddenly, Andrew interrupts her thoughts by asking about how her mother taught her values and work ethic. His question triggers a surge of anger within her. Her blood boils, and her heart pounds, feeling like a ticking time bomb about to explode. She resents the probing into this sensitive topic. Avoidance has been her coping mechanism, and she believes he should understand that. She has purposefully avoided discussing her mother for a reason. The pain of her loss is still raw even after four years. Why can't he grasp that?

Andrew gazes at her intently, seemingly undeterred by her avoidance. It's at that moment that Roxy breaks. She feels like a caged animal breaking free, overcome with a desire to destroy everything around her. She can no longer contain her emotions. Everything turns red as she opens her mouth, ready to unleash her outrage and answer his persistent question...