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The next day, I sat at my desk staring at the computer screen, my mind wandering back to Anthony. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of him, his charming smile, and how confidently he spoke.
It was rare for me to have someone show a genuine interest in me like that. In fact, I couldn't remember the last time someone that I actually liked had flirted with me. I had always been focused on building my career and bettering myself, leaving little room for romance or dating. But knowing my father's influence around there, I could understand why no man would want to risk messing with him.
But something about Anthony had caught my attention. It could have been his confident demeanor or his striking good looks. Whatever it was, I knew I wanted to explore it further.
"I should have given him my number the other day. I'm such an idiot," I said aloud to myself.
As the taxi pulled up in front of the imposing mansion, I took a deep breath and tried to steady my nerves. What was wrong with me? This was certainly not my first time at my father's office.
I stepped out of the taxi, my high heels clicking when they hit the pavement. I fumbled through my purse for my credit card to pay the driver and waited momentarily for my receipt. As I walked toward the main door, I scanned the garage area, hoping to catch a glimpse of Anthony, but there was no sign of him. I couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension.
As I stepped onto the floor of the main foyer, I took a deep breath and tried composing myself. I had to look confident, even though I felt anything but that. With grace and poise, I walked towards my father's office, my heels clicking on the polished marble floor.
"Excuse me, miss," a voice called out to me. "Your father knows you are here now, and he wants you to wait for him in the waiting area."
I nodded, not trusting my voice to speak. My heart was pounding in my chest as I made my way to my father's office.
As I walked over to my father's waiting area, I couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance wash over me. I had been the one to come all the way over there to see him, but now I had to wait. The space was pristine, with white walls, polished floors, and plush sofas arranged in a perfect square. It was clear that my father had spared no expense in turning the formal living room into a waiting area just to impress his guests. I rolled my eyes as I took a seat and waited for him to arrive.
As I sat there, I noticed a tall, lanky guy standing at the entrance, his arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed the room. He caught my eye and pointed to a specific seat, indicating that I should wait there. I scowled at him, not appreciating being told what to do, but I complied.
I looked around the room, taking in the expensive decor and the various artworks adorning the walls. My eyes eventually landed on the one person I had been waiting to see—Anthony! He was sitting on one of the sofas, scrolling through his phone, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. I cleared my throat to get his attention.
"Anthony?" I called out, just to be sure it was him.
He looked up and offered a smile, but I didn't return it. Instead, I confronted him about the packages he had yet to deliver to me.
"Are you avoiding delivering my packages?" I asked fiercely.
"No," he replied calmly. "Just been a bit busy, I guess."
I stood up and walked over to him and, without warning, opened my jacket to reveal the lingerie I was wearing beneath it. I had worn it specifically to torment him if by the off chance, I might run into him today. Anthony's eyes widened as he drew in a quick breath, but he soon composed himself and let out a slow exhale. He scanned my body from head to toe, his gaze lingering on my breasts before returning to my eyes. I could tell he was calculating something, but I buttoned up my jacket again before he could say anything. I heard my father’s office door open.
"Well, gotta run, Mr. Anthony," I said casually, eager to see my father. "Need to meet with my dad. But I’ll stop by to see you in the garage before I leave, okay?"
"Okay…" he replied. I could see the confusion in his eyes.
I felt so elated having control over Anthony. That was a way of inviting him in, and it was fun.
The scent of rich mahogany filled my nose as I walked into my father's office. It was a familiar smell that reminded me of the countless times I had come to this office to ask for his help. He looked up from his desk, and a small smile spread across his face as he saw me. I walked over to him and hugged him tightly.
"Hi, Dad," I said, my voice muffled by his embrace.
"Hello, my dear," he said, his voice warm and welcoming. "What brings you here today?"
"I need to talk to you about the deliveries," I said as I sat in the leather chair across his desk. He leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers, a sign that he was listening. "What about them?"
"I want to go back to using your driver," I said, hoping he would understand. "He's been reliable, and I trust him."
My father's expression became more serious. "Laura, all the men in my organization are very busy right now doing more important tasks. We need to be careful about who we involve in our business."
"But I thought your driver wasn't allowed to associate with what you do," I implored, trying to make sense of things.
He leaned forward, his eyes narrowed. "It's only a matter of time before we find a better use for him."
I sighed, feeling defeated. "I just don't want multiple guys showing up at my doorstep all the time. I want someone I can trust and who understands the importance of timely deliveries."
"How have you been, Laura?" my father asked, abruptly changing the subject.
