Chapter 3

Enora:

Shit, shit.

What the hell was I doing?

That was so fucking embarrassing.

I facepalmed myself.

You need to fucking get a grip, Enora!

I yelled at myself.

This is your big break, you can't afford to lose your job, yes, your boss is hot but he's also your best friend's father.

Get that through your head.

I spent the next couple of minutes trying to pep talk myself into facing my boss one more time.

I wondered if he'd noticed that I had been waiting for him to kiss me.

I was still trying to get myself in the kind space when my phone rang. It was an alarm that I had set.

It was time to go.

I quickly called the driver and asked if he was downstairs.

He was.

I opened the door and found Mr. Wright in front of my door about to knock.

"Sir," I said a little too loudly.

"Your um, 10.0 clock meeting is…"

"I know, is Fredrick here now?" He asked.

"Yeah, he is downstairs."

"Good, hurry up and let's go." He said, I nodded, took my bag from the couch, and followed him out the door and into the hallway.

The drive to the meeting was longer than expected and Mr. Wright didn't mention anything about my inappropriate behavior earlier which gave me a little hope that he hadn't noticed my hungry looks at him.

He seemed to usually be completely oblivious when it came to me and I wasn't sure whether to be sad about it or be relieved.

We pulled up in front of a five-story building that had a huge spelling of Ms Patel Mad Co. boldly written on it.

We made our way into the building and up the elevator.

A receptionist greeted us as soon as the Elevator door opened. She took one look at Mr Wright and I could see myself in her, she was immediately enthralled just like I was the first time.

Mr. Wright gave her a look and she quickly came to her senses.

"Right this was, Mr. Wright . I'll show you to your um room, I mean, I'll show me to your… shit. I'll show you to Ms Patel's office."

I wanted to laugh so bad but that would mean laughing at myself too.

Mr. Wright smiled at her to my surprise.

"Lead the way,"

The receptionist turned around but not before I saw her flushed and embarrassed face.

We followed her into a side hallway and stopped in front of a door that had conference written on it.

She knocked on the door, Opened it a second later, and let us in.

It was a conference room and a beautiful woman that looked to be in her fifties sat at the head of the chair. Two other men were seated and they immediately stood to shake Mr. Wright 's hands, welcoming him.

"Have a seat, Mr. Wright , and…" The younger man looked up at me for my name.

“Miss Lopez," I shook his hand.

"I'm Mr. Wright 's assistant."

"I see. Have a seat then."

"So,” Ms Patel started,

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Mr. Wright 's gaze pierced through the room as he stood before Ms. Patel, his presence commanding attention and making me go completely ferrell with need "I trust you're aware of the gravity of this meeting, Ms. Patel," he began, his voice low and even. "The future of sustainable practices hangs in the balance, and I believe our companies hold the key to unlocking it."

Ms. Patel's eyes narrowed slightly, but she maintained her composure. "I'm aware of the potential benefits, Mr. Wright . But I must consider the interests of EcoCycle Corp."

Ms. Patel's voice was soothing and soft. It almost felt like she was trying to seduce Mr. Wright with it and I didn't know how I felt about that. They'd been talking for the last thirty minutes now and I had been doing everything in my power to concentrate but it had been a complete failure because all I could do was stare at Mr. Wright as he commanded the room with feral grace.

Mr. Wright's smile was a thin, calculated line. "Ah, but that's where you're mistaken, Ms. Patel. This isn't merely a business proposition – it's a necessity. The market is shifting, and those who fail to adapt will be left behind. I'm offering you a lifeline, one that will ensure EcoCycle's relevance in the years to come."

Ms. Patel's expression remained guarded, but a flicker of curiosity danced in her eyes. "Go on."

Mr. Wright 's voice took on a persuasive quality, his words dripping with conviction. "Together, we can create a behemoth of sustainability, a force that will reshape the industry. But I won't be ignored, Ms. Patel. I expect a commitment, and a willingness to take bold action. Anything less would be...unacceptable."

The air seemed to thicken, heavy with the weight of Mr. Wright 's expectations. Ms. Patel's gaze faltered, and for an instant, she seemed to shrink under the intensity of his stare. Then, her shoulders squared, and she met his gaze with a quiet determination. "I'll need to review the proposal, Mr. Wright . But I'm willing to listen."

Mr. Wright 's smile returned, a cold, calculating thing. "Excellent. I'll have my team send over the details. I expect a decision within the next two weeks, Ms. Patel. Don't keep me waiting."

"Of course." Ms Patel said with a nod.

Mr. Wright stood up, shook her hands, and gestured for me to follow him.

We got to the hotel twenty minutes later with me more lustful over him than I had been this morning. Watching him at the meeting today made me feel a more feral need for him. He was so elegant yet so roguish. His commanding voice and intimidating aura made me want him even more.

I wanted him so much that it hurt to think about

"Welcome back Mr. Wright ." The receptionist waved at him as we passed her.

"Thanks, Claudia." He said without looking at her and made his way into the elevator.

We rode up without him saying anything to me as usual.

We got into the penthouse and he dropped his suitcase on the floor

I picked it up quickly and placed it on the coffee table, watching as he took off his jacket.

"Um, do you have something specific you'd like for lunch sir?" I asked.

He glanced at me, dropping his jacket on the couch.

"Just call room service and let them know it's me, they'll know what to bring up."

"Yes, sir,"

"Bring the food to my office when it arrives,"

"Okay, sir."

I nodded and watched as he walked towards his room, probably to shower.

Without wasting time, I picked up the intercom and called room service.

They picked up at the first ring.

"Hello, This is Miss Lopez, Mr. Wright 's assistant. He'd like his lunch now."

I said into the phone.

"Right, we'll bring it right up in twenty minutes "

A male voice answered.

"Alright, Thank you so much."

I hung up and put the phone back on its cradle.

I arranged Mr Wright 's briefcase on the dinner table and went inside my room to take a quick shower. I was done in ten minutes.

I put on gray sweatpants and a shirt and made my way out of my room.

Just as I did, I heard someone knocking and I immediately knew it was room service and went to open the door.

A young man about my age dressed impeccably and smiled at me.

"Here's Mr. Wright 's lunch." He said and I opened the door wider for him to roll in the trolley of food.

"Thank you…" I frowned, trying to read the name on his name tag.

"... Karim," he supplied.

"Thank you, Karim."

"You are welcome." He smiled.

"Enjoy your meal."

"Will do."

I smiled and walked him to the door before closing it behind him.

I rolled the trolley over to Mr. Wright 's office.

As soon as I got to the front of the door, I took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in," Mr. Wright 's muffled voice came through and I opened the door and rolled the trolley of food over to where he sat looking all bossy and intimidating.

He was on the phone, speaking to someone I assumed to be a business associate.

"Sir," your lunch.

I whispered.

He tilted his head to the side as if telling me to arrange the food on his desk.

I did as he told me.

I placed each dish on the desk.

How did he plan on eating all of this?

"Make me a cup of tea," he said, closing the mouthpiece of his phone to speak to me.

"Yes, sir."

Thankfully there was a bag of tea.

I took the bag of tea to the kitchen and boiled a kettle of water.

Once I was done, I made the tea and took the cup of tea back to the study to find he'd gotten off the call.

I made my way to him and carefully dropped the cup of tea on the table.

"Enjoy your meal, sir," I said to him and started to walk away when he stopped me.

"Have lunch with me, Enora,"

Shocked by his request, I turned around to look at him but the speed at which I had turned around had made me miss my steps. My hand hit the opened table water and it fell directly on Mr. Wright , splattering all over his crotch area.

Shit!