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The woman is a walking piece of art.
Fiery red hair is packed in a neat bun atop her head, cool green eyes sparkle as they watch me curiously, and full, pouty lips purse as I walk into her office.
Her skin is the creamiest skin I have ever seen and the thought of what else is creamy makes the crotch of my pants get hard.
She is wearing a green dress and I take a step back to watch her body, forgetting everybody else in the room.
Fuck. I know what she's wearing is pretty decent but with the way my dick is hard, you would think she's naked and spread out before me for my feasting. Just the thought alone makes me hard.
"Miss Smith," Miss Jane says, breaking my intense thoughts. "This is Mr. Amaro, Anastasia's uncle."
Miss Smith purses her lips as the couple she had presumably been talking to run out.
"He can wait his turn," she says, emerald eyes glaring at me. "Each parent is allocated a specific time and–"
I silence her by raising my finger to my men.
"Out. Everybody."
I see the confused look on everyone's faces but they know better than to disobey me so they begin to troop out.
Miss Jane and the other man are still standing here so I look over at them.
"Out."
They quickly scramble out and I stalk towards her.
"I don't know what you think you are doing or who you are," she continues, "but you need to learn to wait your turn."
I walk up to her and, unable to help myself, I stretch out a hand to trace her gorgeous face.
"Isabella," I begin, mouthing her name. "You really don't know who I am?"
She quickly slaps my hand away, sneering.
"No, I don't. And refrain from touching me."
She doesn't know me and isn't scared of me. A thrill shoots up my spine and I tug her towards myself.
I'm happy she doesn't know who I am. I don't know how I would feel if she was scared of me.
"What are you–"
Her words are cut off when I lower my head and take those luscious lips in a kiss, pressing her to myself and relishing in the insanely soft way she feels all pressed up against me.
She is shocked still at first but when the shock wears off, she hesitantly kisses me back, and the intensity of the need that courses through me at her acceptance has me holding her closer as my tongue slides into her mouth, my hand tightening on her waist.
With a frustrated sound, I rip my mouth away from her and watch her blink her unfocused eyes back to normalcy.
Her breath is coming out heavily and I see the shock in her eyes.
Turning on my heels, I walk out the door, leaving her behind.
But just for now.
Isabella is mine.
I've never been more sure of anything. It may take time, but I'll convince her that I'm right.
