Only His

Chapter Two - Meeting the sexy Irish man again

Freya's P.O.V

My shift had finally come to an end, and I was raring to get home. It has been a long, busy night, and I couldn't get the sexy Irish stranger out of my head. As I signed off for the night, my manager Clarissa appeared.

"Freya can you do me a huge favour before you go please?" She asked.

"Depends on what it is?" I laughed.

"Penthouse three has requested their mini fridge to be restocked, but there is no one free to do it, could you go do it before you leave, please? I will love you forever?" She asked, hopefully.

I laughed, agreeing to do it. It would only take five minutes. I grabbed the drinks to restock, heading up to the top floor, heading to penthouse three. I knocked on it and soon heard the person open the door. I got a slight shock when I see it was the beautiful Irish stranger from earlier, in nothing but a pair of joggers.

"Well, Miss Freya, we meet again?" He smirked.

"It would seem so," I said as my eyes trailed over his torso and what a beautiful torso it was, he sure worked out.

"Once you stop perving, please come in?" He said, making me look up.

I feel my cheeks blush. I can't believe I did that and he caught me. He stepped aside, letting me in and pointed to the direction of the mini-fridge. I filled it up as he asked. Once I did, I stood to turn around and not realising he was right behind me, until his body was only inches from mine, his beautiful half-naked body. A strange noise fell from my lips, like a squeak. A smug look appeared on his face with my reaction having him close to me this way.

"I suppose I should let you get back to work?" He said a seductiveness to his tone.

"I...I have finished for the night." I breathed out.

"You are? I think you should stay and have a drink with me Freya." My name rolls off his tongue sent a shiver through me; it was the way he said it.

"I don't think that is a good idea." I stuttered out, "I don't even know your name." I added.

"Jayce." He stated simply.

Why was I acting this way? I am usually a confident person. I am not one for shying away, the way I am around him. He stepped in closer to me, his hand on my hip and his eyes looking straight into mine. I soon got lost in them, falling under some sort of spell.

"I think it is." He whispered to me.

"It really is not Jayce." I managed to get out not sounding very convincing.

He used my hip to pull me in closer to him as soon as our bodies touched; I lost all sense. It was like everything froze for a moment. I was breathing heavily, my face was flushed, and then he reached into my ear, his warm breath against my sensitive skin, making me quiver.

"Why? Do you not trust yourself around me, Freya?" He whispered seductively in my ear.

And the truth was I never. I have never come across a human being that can make me feel like this until now, and I believe if I stayed, I would do something stupid with a man I barely even know.

"I need to go," I said firmly pulling away from him, heading for the door and as I reached for the handle he stopped me.

I froze again, my body becoming weak with the closeness once again.

"One drink Freya then I will never bother you again." He whispered.

Why was he so intent in me joining him from a drink? Am I that obvious to him, evident that I am attracted to him? I never believed in instant attraction until the moment I laid my eyes on him. Even when he was rude and arrogant to me, I was still attracted to him. This was unfamiliar to me, this strong attraction. I knew I would regret this, but I found myself nodding my head.

"Good girl." He whispered.

Who is he calling a good girl? I am not a damn dog. When he said that I turned swiftly around to face him, my body trapped between his and the door, ready to get him told, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out.

"Were you going to say something?" He said, placing his hand at the side of my head smirking at me.

I pulled myself together, needing to take control back, needing to say to him what I wanted.

"Call me Good girl once more, and I will walk out this door. I am not a dog." I hissed at him.

He lifted his hand, twirling a strand of my hair in his finger.

"You are, though aren't you? A good girl?" He smirked.

I shook my head, disagreeing with him. Jayce reached into my ear.

"Yes, you are Freya." He whispered, his lips brushing mine, a loud whimper escaping from deep in my throat then he pulled away.

"What about that drink?" He chuckled.

I let out a few huffs of breath, hoping the pounding in my chest and the racing of my pulse would subside.

Get a hold of yourself, woman!

I stood up straight, clearing my throat and pretended that he was not affecting me.

"What would you like? Scotch? Beer? Wine?" He asked, looking at me.

"Beer is fine, thanks." I smiled.

If I stick to beer I will be fine, it doesn't have too much of an effect, the better chance I won't lose all senses with that.  He grabbed me a beer, making himself A Scotch.

"Thanks," I said as I took it from him, taking a long swig and stood there awkwardly.

Why did I agree to this? I think after this drink it is best if I go. Jayce headed over to the large leather sofa, sitting down. One leg over the other, resting back and looking at me. I tried my best to look everywhere that was not him.

"Come sit with me?" He said, well actually more like told me.

I never moved at first, but the stern look on his face was making me nervous. He patted the spot next to me.  I let out a puff of breath, hesitantly making my way over to him. He turned on the sofa to look at me face on.

"You seem overly nervous. Do I make you nervous Freya?" He asked, the smugness on his face telling me he knows that answer without me having to answer.

I ignored his questions, taking another drink of my beer. I could see him out the corner of my eye waiting for me to answer him, but his answer never came, he now looked a little annoyed. Maybe he shouldn't ask such a stupid question he knows the answer too. Him staring was starting to annoy me.

"What?" I asked, looking at him.

"I don't appreciate getting ignored Freya." He said.

"And I do not like being called a good girl and getting asked stupid questions, join the club," I said shrugging.

What can I say I can be a smartass when I need to be? I see his eyes turn darker, his jaw clench when I said that to him. What is his issue?

"Are you always this cheeky and rude?" He said, "maybe you should learn to behave, " He added with a smirk.

"Yes, sure thing, I apologise, sir," I said sarcastically rolling my eyes at him.

He did not find my sarcasm very funny. What does he expect? He was rude first. I see his entire body language change quickly. I couldn't work out if he was mad or turned on?

"I swear Freya if you were mine." He growled, yip turned on.

If I was his?

"But I am not so what are you gonna do?" I shrugged.

"Not yet, anyway." He said confidently.

I swallowed hard when he said that to me. My confidence was soon fading with the way his eyes were looking at me. Not yet? What does that even mean?

"Excuse me?" I stuttered out.

He never answered; instead, he smirked, taking a drink of his Scotch.

"What makes you think I will ever be yours?" I said he was not leaving it there.

"Cause you will be. I want you, I get what I want, and you want me." He replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.