2. Hell no

Don Antonio 

Hell no was the answer I gave my dearest friend, Donald Bavarish, when he suggested that I invest in his fashion and lifestyle brand—The Bavarish. 

He had complained several times how my goddaughter was running down the businesses for years and needed to stop her before she ruined the business completely. 

I had said no because accepting the offer would mean Alexa ruining not just me, but the friendship I had maintained with her father for over thirty years. 

My good friend had crazy ideas. Not only had he begged me to invest my money, which is a piece of cake since I had too much of it running in billions. He wanted me to invest my time too, and in no other person but Alexa. 

How was I supposed to spend time with someone I should be avoiding? 

Alexa had everything any woman could wish for. A drop dead-gorgeous face, a banging body, and a well-working brain. Her fellow ladies would love to have what she has got, while most men lusted after her. Including me.

I have lost count of how many nights I have slept off while thinking about her. How many wet dreams of mine I have had her in. Any morning I woke up with a semi hard-on, it would only be because Alexa was in the fragment of my dreams the previous night. 

My answer to Donald's request, which was to invest my time in teaching her on the areas she was lacking in, would have remained no if not that Donald had threatened to fire her instead. 

I have known Alexa ever since she was a toddler, and had also studied her enough to guess that Donald firing her for a lack on her part would crush her deeply. Her career was the only thing she lived for. Taking over her father when he retired was the only thing she wanted. 

So I decided to become the sacrificial lamb and work with her. The deal I had with Donald was to teach her everything she needed to know about numbers in the business. But only heaven knows how much I would last before she burns me up with her sensual heat. 

I released my hand from her face, and that loss of contact felt like someone had punched me below my gut. 

I quickly grabbed her hand and led her out of the office. "Come on, enough of the tears. We have a lot of work to do."

I bade my friend and his other daughter goodbye, pulling Alexa with me. Immediately we entered the new office I would be mentoring her in, she snatched her hands away from me. Her sobbing increased even more, further breaking my heart. 

Without thinking twice about the consequences of my actions, I pulled her into my arms, pressing her lush body against mine. I had been expecting her to resist, but she surprised me by leaning into my arms. I grunted, bringing her so close until there was no space left between us.

Her signature vanilla scent filled my nose, and I inhaled it deeply, losing my senses at that moment. We stayed like that for a long time. 

I had seen the world through my numerous travels and a lot of beautiful women in it. I could have as many of them as I wanted. However, never did I think that I would be falling hard for a woman the way I had fallen hard for Alexa. 

The bad part was that she was someone much younger than me, while the worst part was that she is also my friend's daughter. And also was the world's most dangerous seduction to me.

Everything about her invited me in. The way she talked, smiled, cried, and even smelled. Gosh, that signature vanilla scent. It made her almost as desirable as a delicious ice cream about to melt to the core. And I wanted nothing else but to lick her to the last drop. 

I took a great risk by deciding to accept to work with her. That was the greatest game of my entire life because to me, she was the final grand prize. I want her, no matter what. I might be ready to take the risk with her. 

"Don't worry, I am going to teach you more things you need to know about the business. You will learn and become better at the business," I assured her.

"Thank you," she muttered, snuggling further into my chest. She wrapped her slender arms around my back. A move I found very dangerous.

However, I made an extreme effort to suppress my grieving passion deep inside, trying not to scare her off with my inner beast, while watching her step into my exquisitely designed trap. 

"Thank you so much for being too good to me, godfather," she finished. 

Only if she could read my mind, would she know how badly every piece of me desired her. 'Little Alexa, you have no idea all those dirty thoughts my mind is filled with about you. So don't tease me, unless you are going to please me.' I thought to myself. 

I gritted my teeth and covered my eyes, not wanting to leak out my dark side. But it was already too late because I had said it out loud unknowingly. 

I tried to let go of her, but she murmured something, touching my face softly, as it was stern because of how nervous I was of how she would react. 

"Then show them to me," she replied in almost a whisper, staring into my eyes with her emerald green eyes. 

I quickly pushed her off me, giving a long distance between us. 

"We need to get to work now," I announced, striding to my chair. Each step I took away from her was gruesome. It took everything within me not to go back and kiss those lush lips of hers senselessly until she begged me to stop. 

She remained where she was, somewhat dazed at my flip of emotion. 

"What are you still doing there? Didn't you hear what I just said? Get yourself over and let's get those numbers into your head! Move it now!" I barked.