Seducing The Billionaire Boss

Officially obsessed

With excruciating slow steps, she came toward him.

She was in a dress so revealing and deliciously indecent.

It was a white lacey and flowered short gown. It was painfully tight, so he wondered how she managed to walk with it.

Unbelievably transparent, he wondered, too, the essence of wearing it at all when you could stay naked. She was barefooted, her long legs straight, smooth and silky.

As she stretched out those long legs, taking slow steps towards him, it built his anticipation, each step skyrocketing his curiosity. She shone so brightly, implausibly emitting light like a bulb with so much energy and powerful electricity.

She was the only thing lighting up the room, the room which he was yet to recognize.

He was sure that he had seen an angel.

At least, that was the only explanation he could give to something so incredible and impossible, realistically speaking.

But an angel so indecently dressed? A fallen angel then, one certainly not from God.

She was like a siren in human form to seduce. He knew for sure that he was her target. Her red hair was down and scattered all over her face.

Her blue eyes caught and reflected the light. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever had the honour of seeing. He was getting impatient with her slow steps towards him as he was so anxious to know what she would do when she got close enough. He was not scared. There was no fear in this situation. It was apparent what her plans were. The way she walked and the look she gave him gave it all away.

She came to melt and completely oust his resolve to stay away from women. This woman had tested his limit. His restraint had snapped.

He could not help himself. If she was going to torment him this way with such painful slow steps, he could as well do the honours.

With just five steps, he covered the distance between them. She did not move any further. She stood there in front of Damien, frozen at the spot. He stared down at her, and with his eyes, he scanned through her visible body, which the dress did little or nothing to cover.

He took his time to cast every detail into memory. He brought his eyes back to look at Celine. She was staring back at him hard and firmly as if trying to decipher something from his face. Gradually a smile spread across her face, causing his heart to skip a bit. She did not stop the hard stare, but this time it was daring him to make a move in response to the dirty thoughts of all he could do to her that was running through his mind. He was beginning to wonder if she could read minds too.