Chapter Eight

Caden's POV

They sat there speechless, their eyes widening as they observed the glare on my face. The room fell silent, with only the faint sound of their breaths breaking the tension. Their expressions oscillated between confusion, concern, and a hint of fear. It was evident that my reaction had caught them completely off guard.

They didn't expect me to be watching.

As seconds turned into an uncomfortable time, they exchanged perplexed glances, silently seeking answers from each other. I remained stoic, my face, an inscrutable mask, giving away nothing of what was transpiring within.

Eventually, one of the artists mustered the courage to break the silence, his voice trembling slightly. "Is something wrong?" He cautiously asked, his words barely audible. 

The vulnerability in his tone hinted at the extent of his concern and it irritated me greatly.

His words hung in the air, waiting for a response that seemed reluctant to come. I took a deep breath, slowly exhaling, allowing the tension to dissipate. It was clear that my initial reaction had caused confusion and distress, and it was time to clarify my intentions.

I decided against it.

Why was I acting like a bitch? I was ogling at her earlier, right? So why was I mad?

I cleared my throat and avoided them like nothing had happened as we went on to talk about the deal which they had all signed before they left.

I was exhausted, so I went back to the office to pack my things, and on my way out, I saw the red-haired standing beside a cream-colored car, it appeared as if she was lost in thoughts.

It was only when I stopped in front of her and snapped my fingers that she recoiled in fear, surprising me.

I had never seen anyone flinch so fast in my entire life. The fear behind her green orbs didn't go unnoticed either even as she tried to mask it with her nonchalant attitude.

I watched as her eyes moved everywhere all at once! 

She seemed to be assessing her surroundings, gauging the level of threat. It intrigued me. Was she always so cautious, or did my sudden appearance startled her that much?

I took a step closer, intentionally invading her personal space. Her eyes widened slightly, and her body tensed as if ready to react. I could sense a mix of curiosity and wariness in her gaze. It was as if she was trying to decipher my intentions, deciding whether I posed a danger or not.

As I observed her, I couldn't help but wonder about her past experiences that might have shaped her cautious nature. Had she encountered danger before? Or was she naturally predisposed to be vigilant? My sudden intrusion into her space seemed to have triggered a primal instinct within her, evoking a heightened sense of self-preservation.

As I took another step, her body subtly shifted.

“What are you doing?” she choked out, her eyes grew even wider, how was that even possible?

“Why do you look like you have committed a crime and you don't wish to get caught?” I asked her instead.

She looked at me as if I was crazy before snorting. “You don't say”.

“Did you just rob this car?” I tried to infuriate her. Somehow her glare seemed to amuse me.

“You are delusional. You can't use that against me as my boss though” She seemed to be daring me.

“You don't tell me what to do”

She kept quiet, I couldn’t tell if she was thinking of a comeback but the most important question is why was I still standing there?

“Anna?” I heard a female voice call out.

So that was her name.

We both turned in the direction of it and it was the strawberry blonde with the heart-shaped face who was among the conservator-restorer team.

She looked in between us and it was only then I realized that I hadn't stepped back after my triumphant move into her personal space.

“Good evening sir” she greeted.

I nodded, moving in the direction of my car.

“Good night ladies”

I could feel them watching me and they both got into their car and drove off. The blondie was the driver and the red-haired sat in the passenger's seat.

I couldn't help but wonder, were they friends? Or was she giving her a lift?

How was that any of my business?

When I finally got home, the red-haired- no, Anna was long forgotten in my mind so we're the events of the day.

When I got inside, I was surprised at the smell that welcomed me and what was more surprising was Rosey Claire in those thirst traps of lingerie.

“Welcome,” she said almost in a sing-song voice.

She knew exactly what she was doing, she knew how badly the color red turned me on and without wasting so much time, I ripped the lingerie apart, throwing it somewhere on the ground before turning back to her. 

Rosey Claire's eyes were filled with desire and lust.

I lowered myself to hover over her where she lay on the couch, placing my hands on either side of her body.

“Come on” she muttered impatiently.

But I loved making them wait, loved it when they were impatient and needy.

She couldn't wait anymore and began to caress her breast while biting on her lower lip.

“Don't!” I warned her.

She pouted like a spoiled brat that she was.

Without breaking eye contact I pressed forward, capturing her lips in a rough kiss that consumed us completely. It felt good because as I said earlier, Rosey Claire could do great things with her mouth, the feeling was indescribable.

My tongue pushed itself deep into her mouth, as hers explored mine greedily, licking every inch and sucking at it fiercely.

My hands touched her bare bottom, sending chills and shiver down her spine. I could feel the goosebumps that suddenly appeared on her skin. I slowly traced her sensitive area with the tip of my tongue before my thumb rubbed gently over the spot and she was already a moaning mess.

The rest was history.