Guess what? I am being patient. Stunning isn't that? I need a fucking appreciation for not turning into a mad asshole at the point of five minutes when that little she-bitch never arrived. Now it is nearly... half-fucking-hour I am sitting at the lounge for her presence.
My whiskey swirled in the glass. Am I becoming a joke to these people? I had in my mind of firing Federick or worse making him suffer through a certain existential crisis but now I'm having second thoughts and entertaining those thoughts for some gruesome pleasure of mine.
I chuckled. Maniac glimmers of ways in which that bastard would be my muse. My bloody muse once this meeting with the little she-bitch is over. My hands twitched, seeking for the near pleasure moment I am going to indulge in.
"Mr Yusupov... I'm sorry for being late..." The glass in my hand slightly wavered. Just a voice brought my entire being into a slow moving stand still and I don't mind waiting for eternity. Shocker yet poetic phrase.
A voice of siren. All my demons in my head vanished in a flash, the moment I felt the warm temperature near me.
First and only time apart from when I was in the car and drove it to control my high driven urges. Another Shocker.
Whisk of musky earth herbs, sandalwood, and rose buckled my knees as my muscle coiled further in tension. I inhaled deeply, imprinting the muddled smell into my lungs. The monotonous colour of black and white bleaks at her presence. She actually makes me breathe like a human... Dangerous yet normal at the same time.
Jet black hair with few streaks of crimson padded with dripping water reached until her arm length. Hawk like eyes along with those thick lashes looking down at me are glowing under the hotel lounge's light, should I be hard like a fucking rock now? Fuck I am. Even though the simple deep brown ones ridded with complexity of depth coated mine with something feral. Craved eyebrows, straight but pointed cute button nose. Cupid bow lips, neither dark nor light, led me to bite my inner cheek. I groaned inwardly.
A normal tee slightly wet and track pants did nothing to hide her hourglass figure. God's have spent too long hours or surprisingly not days in creating her. Epitome of innocence yet seductive beauty making my heartless body to beat with one.
I wanted to touch, no, trace my fingers from her head to toe. Imprint herself in my heart.
No. This is a mad obsession.
No. She is innocent.
She is intoxicating me. I have to be as far as fuck I should be.
Still I want her to be mine. No.
"Mr Yusupov?" Note- I nearly groaned out loudly. Those lips should call my name.
"Yes?..." I said with a husky tone in a whispered like manner. If anyone from my team heard this, they would surely report me to cops for a dopple-ganger pretending to be me.
"Sorry once again...-"
"No worries, Miss..." Now I feel like simp, of not giving a shit in seeing her name on that resume.
"Anushka... but you call me Anna. A diminutive form."
"I am good with it Anouska"
A slight yet I caught her changes in my eyes. Teasing me with that tongue of hers, slowly glistening the lower lips and finally sinking with her pearl teeth. Together her pupils had this vague grey mix giving the fuzzy look under those lashes. Temptation. Either give in or break it.
Focus bastard. She is still young. Way too young. Not suitable for my life or living.
"So you are my soon to be Aerodynamic engineer?" Well I was informed except- neglect the name but I want to confirm it from her mouth.
"I think so sir." I frowned. I know I am old for her but not old right? I am still in my prime. We should change this practice of hers.
"Think so?"
"I heard you are picky for having the best."
"You are doubting yourself." So they have warned her before sending moya koshka for sacrifice. Sorry, my sacrifice. I chuckled.
"No" I raised my eyebrow at her confident and clipped tone. Hm... Interesting. "But being a woman comes with cons, doubts, and scandals in the men driven atmosphere." I smirked. She knows her thing.
"Is it going to stop you?"
"No" That's my girl.