ALEXEI

Chapter 2-02

Chapter 2-02"It's okay, I will keep your word to that."

"Bye." Hanging up turning at the sound of my door pulled open without as much as a polite knock.

"Mr Ivanov?" Looking between the file in my hand and God forgive me, this man is sexy. I couldn't tell what his face looks like with him backing me and walking around my office like he owns the place in a leather jacket and black pants, literally, his whole ensemble is made of black which made my eyes itch to get a glimpse of what color is his eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul and holy heaven's without seeing his eyes, this man is heaven itself. No pun intended.

Grinning barely glancing at me. "Alexei, call me Alexei." A slight Russian can be detected in his English accent as he says admiring the African tapestry on my wall. Okay, vague. I can deal with that picking up my cup of coffee and walking to my single couch watching him observe my office decor with keen interest. "The colors fits you, chic, poise, I like it."

"Burgundy just happens to be my favorite color. It speaks of me, strong, bold, powerful, beautiful." I reply looking about my office that creates a complete niche for my sanity.

"Benin 1964."

"Yes, it was gifted to me by a friend during a carnival I attended." He turns looking at me still yet far enough to not get a good look at his eyes. As a therapist, I learnt the best way to understand your client is the way the silently speak with their eyes.

Offering. "Do have a seat where you find comfortable Mr Ivanov." Seconds passes with him assessing my profile and I kid you not, inside me I am squirming like a tilapia fish but on the outside I am more than composed watching his reaction. Therapist or not, in life you need to understand you are the one in charge and everything follows behind even if that thing is a hot s*x appeal, jaw drooling male in your office.

Moving on with the session, my head buried in the file on my lap pushing my glasses up out of impulse sipping my coffee. God, I love my job. Proud or not, I am good at it; the best even. "So I have your file right here with me, I guess that was your father who made this reservation and..."

Footsteps echoes on the floor till he occupies the chair in front of me sitting proudly. "What is your name?" Yet another devilish grin. And there I see it, perfect Green, too perfect to have such hollowness. The woman in me wants to know what's behind the hollow greens but the therapist wants to stay professional; for once in forever I have this itch I have never experienced before like any other. I suddenly realize that I crave for this stranger.

"Pardon?" Pulling my glasses off half way out of my face, gobsmacked.

Looking me dead in the eye, he repeats. "I asked, what is your name?" Cracking half a smile tilting his head to the side clearly comfortable if not amused. Is something funny?

"You can address me as Miss Reyes." Fixing back my glasses on looking at him with a soft smile on my face.

"Hmm." On with his grin that speaks more of deadly than happy. Taking my time to assess his personality in seconds, if I want to get something from him I have to be one with him. This is bad. Very bad.

Smiling. "I see you are a very reserved person so why don't I drop this file right here and you can tell me about yourself." Dropping his file and meeting his gaze on me. It is so obvious his grin never strays past his beautiful pink lips and I must find out why. His green eyes which is meant to be vibrant is lonely and if I can get past that barrier, then I can term him a success. The only problem is that I didn't want to get past that barrier because I know I can, I somehow feel responsible for the void in his eyes and I want to stop it.

"And what if I want to know you?" He challenge.

"Then ask away." Dropping my cup of coffee and taking off my glasses I watch him grin, sadistically.

"What is your deepest secret?"

"That I will never be good enough for any man to stay with me. There, I said it." It is true and I noticed how he got quiet before I cleared my throat snapping him out of his thoughts.

"What is your first name?" He asks again.

"Rosie."

"Rosie? Just like the flower."

Chuckling crossing a leg over the other. "Yes, just like the flower. My turn..."

"One more and I will let you fire away." He interjects in a pout making me laugh.

"Okay Mr Ivanov."

"What do you do for fun?"

"Travelling and taking pictures."

"So why don't you..."

"Ah, ah, ah. My turn now."

"I fold." He raise his hands in mock surrender clearly expressing himself to me. Progress, check.

"In your file, I have every details concerning you, how you move from Moscow to New York at the age of fourteen, graduate in top honors at Harvard law and run aside a billion dollar company alongside your brother, yes?"

"Yes flower." Did he just call me what I think I heard? Play it cool. You are the one in charge Rosie.

"Work, work, work; do you ever have time for fun?"

"Wouldn't you like to know flower." His grin grows darker looking more primal in a lust I term addiction but that fueled my interest, piquing it to no end wanting to know more about this dark man sitting in my office.

"Enduldge me Mr Ivanov. What do you do for fun?"

Grinning, crossing a leg over the other sighing in delight. "I kill people for fun flower." I blink.

WTF!!!