~Chapter 4- Perfect

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

The interior of this office was so posh and clean. The white tiled walls, the black marble floors and the windows that held the view of the whole city was breathtaking. I didn't have enough time to admire the view as this drop dead gorgeous man towered over me, he was like a head taller than me. His eyes roaming my body from head to toe and I just stood there, staring awkwardly at his dark leathered shoes.

I took a quick glance of him. Drop dead gorgeous would be an understatement, his emerald green eyes we're a vibrant colour, his jet black hair was styled to the back with some strands framing his perfectly sculpted face. The thing fabric of his white T-shirt showed the definition of his masculine build, his muscly chest, his broad shoulders, big biceps and small torso. He looked like a Greek god to be completely honest.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking.

The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand.

I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me.

"I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi-

I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging.

Bad first impression Jasmine!

You idiot!!

I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up!

I played those words in my head like a song on repeat.

𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍

Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

The young lass wears a red blouse which doesn't leave much to the imagination. It cuts down low revealing her cleavage for all preying eyes to see.

Suddenly I felt a wave of anger come over me. No one else is allowed to lay their eyes on her, not unless it's me. She isn't allowed to wear such clothes, unless its for my eyes only of course.

Same goes for her skirt.

It's like she is trying to mess with my head, her long, beautiful legs are clean shaven and a slight tone of olive.

Every inch of her is a work of art, a true masterpiece.

"Shall we continue Ms Scott" I give her a small smile, trying to relieve the tension and the awkwardness seeping through her fake smile.

"Please come in Ms Scott, I don't have much time"

I'm afraid if she stays any longer, I won't be able to restrain myself any further than I already am.

What has come over me?

I am the sole owner to the Black Empire and the richest man in the whole of New York City and yet I am going weak kneed at the sight of a girl.

I had seen a lot of models, top actresses but non of their beauty can match or even be compared to that of Jasmine's.

I turned away from her, heading to my desk.

Her quiet foot steps echoed through the pin drop silent office and I know she has gone for the window. After all it has the best view of the city.

I turned back to see her looking over the view, her silhouette like an angel's.

I needed to wrap this up quickly, before my body takes over.

"Raymond tells me you are looking for a job"

She turns to me, nodding softly, nibbling nervously on her lower lip in the process.

There is no fucking way she is unaware of what she is doing to me! This is bloody torture! I want her now, but I have to wait. I don't want to scare her of, she isn't even working for me yet. I can't risk loosing her.

Control Damon

"Yes,

I lost it on the night we met" her gaze finally met mine and I inhaled sharply. Her dark orbs were making me feel like I couldn't breathe, I tore my gaze away to stare at her file, the intensity getting to me.

I look down at my watch.

15 minutes had already gone by, this is taking longer than it needs to.

I grab her file getting to my feet.

"So you'r 21? "

I ask wanting to make sure the information Raymond got on her was accurate.

She nodded refusing to meet my gaze.

She was visibly uncomfortable and it made a smug smile thug at the corner of my lips. So my presence affects her.

"Yes" she gave a short answer, looking at me momentarily before her gaze fell once again. As much as her gaze was nerve wrecking, I wanted her to look at me.

I walked closer, squaring up to her I invaded her personal space. Taking in her scent, she smelled like sweet flowers and vanilla.

I watched her take in my scent and her cheeks flushed realising what she had just done.

I smiled down at her. She is perfect.