Fantasizing you, Mr. CEO

Chapter7

Roxy looks up at him, her eyes widening in shock as she exclaims, "Two hundred thousand dollars??? That's outrageous!" He chuckles and takes a seat across from her, explaining, "That amount serves two purposes. Firstly, it ensures your loyalty. With such a generous compensation, you will be less likely to cave to any temptations or attempts to sway you if others discover you're investigating. And secondly, it reflects the significant nature of the task at hand."

"That's an excessive amount of money. I can't accept such a sum," Roxy mutters, looking down as she places the documents on the coffee table. He interrupts, his voice demanding, "Yes, you can, and you will. End of discussion."

Her head snaps up, outraged by his command and the assumption that he can dictate her actions. Determination fills her voice as she exclaims, "No, I won't! You can't just tell me what I'm going to do and expect me to comply. Who do you think you are?" She stands up, hands on her hips, scowling at him with intensity.

He calmly takes a sip from his drink, seeming unperturbed by her anger. Roxy stands there, seething with fury radiating from every pore of her body. She realizes he now has a drink in hand, causing her to question when he obtained it. He sets his glass down and remains silent. "Well?" she says, her anger palpable. She believes she sees a slight twitch in his hand before he finally speaks, "The money is of no consequence to me."

"It's not about you, it's about me and my principles," she yells back, emphasizing her point by throwing her hand in the air and pointing at herself with more enthusiasm than she intended. "What could be morally wrong with accepting compensation for a job?" he retorts.

Roxy ponders his question but has no concrete answer, other than the feeling that the amount is excessive. He gestures for her to sit again, evoking a scoff from her still angry demeanor. He says, "Please." She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and reluctantly complies, sitting back down.

"The sum offered is the standard amount for the tasks you'll be undertaking. It's a significant workload, and if anyone else in this line of work were involved, they would deem it fair compensation. I encourage you to research what company auditors or investigators typically earn for similar jobs," he explains in a calm and even tone, his eyes appearing blank and almost devoid of expression.

Roxy takes in his words, realizing that she needs a moment to collect herself. After her outburst, she feels a sense of despondence creeping in. Her face drops, her lips turning into a straight line as she tries to conceal the painful regret she feels. "May I please have a moment alone?" she asks sheepishly, feeling remorse for her earlier outburst. "Of course," he replies, his eyes displaying a glimmer of something that eludes her understanding.

Roxy walks to the bathroom, her mind filled with thoughts, and decides to google what Andrew said. To her surprise, she discovers that the amount offered is indeed the average compensation for such a job. Placing her hand on her forehead, she shakes her head in anguish, realizing that she needs to apologize.

Returning to Andrew's office, she walks over to the table and signs the documents without uttering a word. As she sets the pen down, she speaks in a low and ashamed voice, "I'm sorry for how I acted." Handing the documents to him with a visible display of shame on her face, her eyes shift downwards, her smile dissipating, and her hands fidgeting nervously.

"Thank you," he says as he takes the documents from her, opening a drawer to make a copy. He opens another drawer and hands her a brand new laptop, still protected by a shiny plastic film. A copy of the document is placed beside it. "This laptop is for your research. No one else should know about this, except for you and me. It must never be left unsecured, always with you. Understand?" His voice resonates with authority.

His authoritative voice sends a tingle down Roxy's spine, and unintentionally, she responds in a sultry tone influenced by her sensations. Her eyes widen, startled by her own reaction, as he tilts his head to the side and squints his piercing eyes at her. A glimmer of yearning flickers across his face, but he quickly recovers, nodding in acknowledgement.

"Do you have a safe in your apartment?" he inquires. Roxy shakes her head, indicating that she does not. His head jerks quickly, as if he was about to say something, but he refrains. A mischievous glint appears in his eyes—a wild and untamed look. "I will have one delivered and installed in your apartment tomorrow," he informs her.

Roxy begins to protest, but he raises a hand, insisting, "I insist. You wouldn't need it if not for this job that I need you for." Her insides tighten, and she catches her breath upon hearing him say that he needs her. Slowly exhaling, she hopes he doesn't notice how easily he affects her with just his seductive voice and steamy words. How can simple words leave such a profound impact?

"It's already 5:45. You can leave for the day. I have your number from HR, and I will call you tonight to discuss strategies and establish a schedule," he says, a smile gracing his face. His smile fills Roxy with excitement, causing her to yearn for the touch of his lips against hers. The pain of desire gnaws at her, longing to experience the softness of his lips pressed against her own. He looks incredibly handsome when he smiles, and she wishes he would do it more often.

As Roxy starts to leave Andrew's office, she has a sudden change of heart. Turning around, she faces him and expresses her gratitude, saying, "Thank you. Thank you for trusting me with such a significant project. I promise I won't let you down." Meeting his intense light grey eyes, she can't help but half-smile, feeling a jolt of electricity between her legs from his gaze. Leaving his office quickly, Roxy heads to her own, determined not to let her impulses react to her aroused desire, which always seems to respond with moistness, heated skin, or a fiery gaze in Andrew's presence.

She gathers her belongings and heads to the garage, attempting to start her car only to find it won't cooperate. Frustrated, she hits the steering wheel in exasperation, realizing that she should have had it checked out before. DAMN IT! In a fit of frustration, she retrieves her keys and heads out of the garage, purse and laptop in hand, just as it begins to rain.

Entering the lobby of the building, Roxy opens her Uber app, only to find that the closest driver is 45 minutes away due to the rain. Ugh! With no other options and lacking an umbrella to shield her laptop from the rain, she resigns herself to wait.

Thirty minutes pass, and she feels it—the magnetic pull. The tension in the air is palpable, as if it could be touched with bare hands. Andrew confidently emerges from the elevator, his attention focused on his phone. However, as he approaches the glass doors, his head snaps up, immediately spotting Roxy. It's as if he knew exactly where she was, as if he too could sense the pull. He casually saunters over to her and inquires, "Is everything alright?"

Roxy gives him a half smile, replying, "My car won't start, so I'm waiting for an Uber. I didn't want to risk damaging the laptop in this rain," gesturing to the laptop in her hands. A blush of embarrassment creeps across her face as she feels her cheeks heat under his gaze.

With a smooth expression and mischievous playfulness in his eyes, Andrew suggests, "I can give you a ride. I'll get you home, mostly dry." A playful grin spreads across his face, and his eyes light up wickedly. Did he just say what she thinks he said? There's no doubt in her mind now—he is definitely flirting with her. What has she gotten herself into?