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My eyes narrowed on her cleavage, and a wave of jealousy swept through me. The thought of other men ogling her bare skin did something to me. She narrowed her eyes too, her lips tightly pursed as she waited for me to say something. I relented and stepped away from her.
When she took a step forward, I pulled her into my arms and bent her slightly as I lowered my head and captured her lips with mine. She kissed me back until she took control of the kiss. Wrapping her arms around me, her tongue sought out mine. My hands slid down her hips, mastering the curves of her body. She suddenly bit my lip, bringing the kiss to an end.
“You don’t have the right to kiss me whenever you have the urge,” she said. “I’m not your girlfriend, so stop making me feel this way!”
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help myself,” I said truthfully.
She seemed taken aback by my apology. Hell, so was I.
“It’s okay,” she replied. “But really, it’s not okay because we’re just… I don’t know what we are. Let’s just go.”
“You may not be my girlfriend, but you can’t deny that we have chemistry.” A lot of it.
“Whatever it is, it won’t work, Ward. I can already see how this will end. We are too different. Our worlds—”
Will come together as one, was the thought that popped into my mind.
“Fine,” I cut her off. “Shall we go?”
I reached my arm out for her to take it, and I smiled when she did without any hesitation.
Chapter Nine
Mira
All I wanted was to make my firm the number one construction company in the country, keep my clients happy, and occasionally take a vacation to any country of my choice. That was my plan before Ward Levine walked onto my site and turned my world upside down. I made a vow to myself that I would never fall for any man who would walk over me and take my love for granted. That was exactly what my heart was getting me into. I couldn’t deny that I felt something for Ward, but how would I fight this? Was he the type to commit to a woman and remain faithful to her? This question was rhetorical.
It didn’t help that he looked devastatingly handsome. He looked so good in a black tuxedo with a white pleated shirt and a bow tie. His hair was slicked to the back, and I felt like running my fingers through it. There was a glint in his eyes whenever he looked at me, and I felt warm all over whenever our eyes met. A Nat King Cole song was playing on the stereo; I stopped the radio and turned to look at him.
“Ward…”
“Yes?”
“Tell me something about yourself.”
“I haven’t slept with anyone since I met you,” he admitted freely. “And my longest relationship lasted for only three months.”
I looked away as angst filled my body. Ward might’ve been in his thirties, but he was a playboy through and through, and no woman could tie down a playboy. It was a losing battle.
“I always compensate my women for their time with gifts and a lot of pleasing,” he went on, rubbing his hand over his chestnut brown beard. “Now, tell me something about you. Why do you keep pushing me away?”
“There’s something about me that attracts jerks,” I replied. And everything he just said assured me he fit the jerk description.
“Ouch,” he said.
“The last man I dated tried to take my company from me, and I broke off the relationship,” I said through gritted teeth. “Sound familiar?”
“I’m not your ex, Mira,” he said, his tone dropping off a little.
After our moments of truth, we both kept silent until we got to the venue. A valet parked Ward’s car, and he led me into the hall. His hand on my skin sent waves of pleasure through me. I didn’t want to feel anything for a man who couldn’t commit to a woman. A man who “compensated” women for being with him. But my body seemed to have a mind of its own.
I tried to distract myself with admiring the elegant décor of the hall. The decoration was done in a theme of deep red and black with white lights. The tables were decorated with sequins to give it a glamorous look. The centerpiece of the tables was the highlight of the décor, and I loved it. An idea occurred to me to have an interior decoration department in the firm. I sent a text message to Georgiana and informed her that we would have a meeting the following morning.
“Don’t think about it,” Ward said.
“Think of what?”
“Don’t think of work,” he said, pulling me closer to him. “You’re here to relax and have fun.”
