Stop! Mr. CEO

17| Coffee.

Sitting on the black leather sofa with his arm resting loosely on the sofa’s arm, Alexander watched Elizabeth as she approached him with a cup of coffee. Her hips were swaying in sync with her walking steps, looking as hot as the cup of coffee that was clamped in her hand.

He drew in a deep breath, in attempt to cool his rapidly heating groin, as he stared at her with desire.

"Here it is, sir." She said, as she placed the coffee on the coffee table that was in front of him. "Your perfectly brewed coffee."

He chuckled softly. "Don’t flatter yourself, Ms. Felix. The coffee may not be perfectly brewed."

Leaning forward, he reached for the cup of coffee and picked it up. "Let’s see if it’s perfect." He took the cup to his mouth and took a sip.

A smile curled on her lips. "So, how is it?"

"It’s good." He took another sip before returning his gaze to her. "But I make better coffees."

She lifted her shoulders in a half-shrug. "You say that all the time."

"Well, that’s because I am good at everything."

She rolled her eyes. "I am not disputing that."

"You can’t, even if you want to." He chuckled softly before his face went serious again. "You didn’t make coffee for yourself?"

"No." she said, shaking her head lightly. "I had coffee while I was on my way to work."

"Oh." He muttered and took another sip.

"If you would excuse me, sir." She flashed her perfect teeth at him. "I have to go and start my work for today."

He nodded his head. "You can go."

Turning on her heels, she walked away from him and strode towards the door. As she placed her hand on the door knob, she half turned to look at him. "You have a meeting in an hour, sir." She told him.

He nodded his head. "I know that already, Ms. Felix."

"A reminder has never hurt anyone, has it?" She lifted her brow. "A "thank you" would have been okay for a reply, Mr. Henderson."

He shrugged. "Why should I say thank you for being reminded of something I didn’t forget about?"

Knowing that arguing with him was pointless and that he wasn’t going to relent, she shook her head and yanked the door open.

She froze, and her eyes widened at the sight before her.

Alexander’s mother was standing just outside the office, wearing a black gown that was just below her knees. A leopard print bag was hanging in her hand, and her feet were sitting pretty in matching leopard print 5-inch heels.

Her ears, neck, wrist, and fingers were all decorated with jewelry. She looked and smelled expensive.