Beyond Temptation

Chapter 4

That first-degree encounter in the elevator will be haunting my dreams and my panties for days, of that I’m certain. I wish I had a friend in the city. Someone I could confide in and spill what just happened. It seems like once again I’m on my own.

As soon as I get home, I jump in the shower, washing the rest of Liam’s coffee off me, unfortunately together with his fingerprints and heavenly scent. As the warm water flows down my head while I hold my eyes shut, I can’t help but travel back to that moment.

My hands gain a life of their own and they start roaming my body as if they were his. The tips of my fingers graze my still tender lips, sliding down to hold my throat, where I can still feel his touch, so intense that it made me shiver with fear. Or so I thought.

His hands were big and strong, sending tingling stars down my spine and straight to my core each time they touched me. My hand was now on my breast and going even further down.

This man left me in such a state that I was even considering touching myself for the first time. That’s something I’ve never felt the need to do before. Not that I’m a prude or a virgin for that matter. I’ve had s*x before. Once. I can say that I didn’t really enjoy it. The whole two minutes of it. I wasn’t expecting to like it anyway. It was painful and awkward, and he was way into himself to even care about me, or if I was enjoying it.

Why did I do it? To get it out of the way. People always put so much pressure on losing their virginity, I just thought that no one could ever live up to that kind of expectations that almost all girls have. So, I uncomplicated it.

Now I just have to find the need and the desire to try it again. Liam had set something on fire in me. A fire I didn’t even know existed. I’m trembling just thinking about him kissing me, and truth be said, I need more. I bet s*x with him would be truly different than what I know and have experienced. He looks like someone who has had plenty of it anyway. I can’t imagine how many women he’s slept with already and that thought instead of turning me off is actually making me even more needy, hornier, and wetter. Jealous! It’s making me jealous? How is that possible? I met the man today how can I be having these thoughts? The image of him with another woman is making me feel truly uneasy and there is a strange feeling of rage tearing through me. I can’t make any sense of all this. He stirs up so much anger by the way he talks to me and then he just as to step close and I’m all melted in a puddle of lust.

The man is gorgeous, I can understand having the need to stare, and wanting to touch. But this raw necessity to have his hands on me is making me go mad. I’m not usually like this, I don’t recognize myself in these strange thoughts and feelings effervescing inside me.

All this is something that should be completely out of my mind right now. I need to focus on making the best out of this incredible opportunity Mr. Dornier gave me.

I still don’t understand how or why that happened, or even why Liam was so angry, for that matter.

What have I ever done to him? And how can that kind of anger lead to whatever that was in the elevator? Stop Jamie. Don’t read too much into it.

I have the weekend to get this out of my head. Monday is a new day and the beginning of a new life for me, one that doesn’t, no, scratch that, CAN’T, in any way include Liam Dornier as anything but my boss.

Liam’s POV

It’s Sunday and I’m still flashing back to that interview and the crazy s**t that followed. When I heard Dad say she was hired, I couldn’t believe it.

We had f*****g agreed that it would be a common decision. And once again I am shut out and pushed aside, with him breaking the agreement and hiring an inexperienced, loudmouth, spoilt brad! I thought the idea behind hiring someone for this role was to actually help me with the load that designing and building Verten’s skyscraper is bringing.

Dad couldn’t have been more obvious about his doubts about my ability to do this alone. Of course, that leading and supervising a sum of 18 people between architects, engineers, and designers that composed the team assigned to the “Sky High” project wasn’t easy, not even mentioning contractors. He thought I was weak. We were supposed to choose someone for an internship alright, but not just as another team member or another simple architect. We just hired a fresh-out-of-school, can’t handle her own s**t little girl to be my right hand. My second in command!

He’s just setting me out to fail! He is doing everything in his power to see me fall on my face, whatever the consequences to the company.

Like I said, sure the job was demanding, but I could have still handled it if I had zero distractions. But now I had to babysit a f*****g huge distraction.

When I asked him why, as politely as I could, using all my self-control to refrain from using all the foul language that was running through my mind he said “She’s perfect for the roll. She’ll keep you grounded. She obviously isn’t scared of saying whatever it is that’s on her mind, good or bad, and she is quite humble too. A trait that is far from your reach. Oh and Liam, keep your hands off her.”

The grin that was plastered on his face made me even more furious. So much for logical decisions!

That rage shot me up from my seat. I didn’t intend to go after her until I saw her in the elevator. I lost it. I needed to know what the f**k was happening. No way Dad would hire someone for such an important project just to “keep me grounded”.

OUT! NOW!

I’ve never heard my voice so menacing. But this was my chance to try and make heads or tails out of this all.

I lowered myself to her level so that I was looking straight into her eyes, as I cornered her. I had never treated a woman like this, but the anger is pulsing through my veins and pumping harder every time I think about what f*****g game she is playing. I need to know who's f*****g game it is.

When I turn her to face me, I can see the fear in her sparkling eyes. Pure terror. She even starts shaking when I lower my hand onto her throat. I felt her swallow drily under my palm, and I start to doubt whether she is actually hiding anything. Her sweet cherry scent gets stronger as I get closer, quivering my mind, and clouding my judgment as the view of her breasts is clear and uninterrupted by the absence of her shirt. I whisper in her ear grazing it with my lips on purpose. The sexiest moan that she tried to muffle made me f*****g lose the last hint of control I had.

 Her mouth was inviting me in and I didn’t refuse.

Fuck she tasted sweeter than I could have even imagined. I needed to take her right there and she was giving me all the permission I needed by latching on to me as tight as she could. She pulled my hair, and my c**k raised to it’s all mightiness as I pressed and ground it into her. I could only guess how wet she was, but picturing it alone was already making me want more of her.

I was going to devour her, make her scream my name, and beg me for more. I would give her pleasure like she has never had before.

And I’m sure I actually could have If she hadn’t just left.

I still can’t understand how the f**k I went from wanting to punch Dad in the face, to shoving my tongue down Jamie’s throat. And I’m not quite sure that last statement is actually true. I might be trying to convince myself I don’t know what happened or why. But I do know. I just can’t admit it.

That urge was a f*****g unstoppable moving force, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My consciousness wasn’t in this stratosphere to stop me from doing something that f*****g dumb. But still, it felt so. f*****g. Good.

Tomorrow’s Monday and I don’t think I can deal with all this just yet. I need to get her out of my system. I just need to figure out who I’ll be choosing to help me do it.

The grey sweatpants I have on already look like a f*****g tent in my crotch area so whoever it is I pick, won’t be having a very hard time starting anything.

I pick up my phone and scroll through my contacts looking for someone good enough to make me forget the events of the past days, shaking my head in disapproval one after the other. Too shy, too short, boobs too big, boobs too small, talks too much, only talks about her cat. And then I got to one name that made me curse. Mystery woman.

“f**k f**k f**k. She’s even ruining my attempt of getting her out of my head.”

What if I called her? Get this over and done with. Get it her out of my head, just like any other girl I f**k.

No!

That’s the last thing I need. I might just end up liking it more than I should and get myself in deeper s**t than I already am. It’s bad enough as it is.

I’m still wondering why Dad warned me not to touch her.

Tomorrow’s Monday and I don’t think I’m f*****g ready for it.