As the door closed behind her, she was quick to turn towards the sink and turned on the water faucet, looking around, then back at herself in the mirror.
Even the bathroom screamed the word luxury in cursive and capital letters. What else did she expect?
Did she expect any less or it to be any more overexemplified?
She had never been to this place and could not help but think if the papers were hidden somewhere here.
Even if not, she could not let go of the opportunity and use it for all her card content.
The files were not in his office as she had made sure to look for them in every drawer and in between every file, telling him the lie of losing her earring and searching the whole place down in that excuse, one fine day.
Although she had not been to his official residency where he resided with his family, she could predict that he would not keep it there anyway because his stepmother and stepbrother could get to it anytime, no matter how shrewdly he hid it.
So the penthouse might have a huge possibility of having it in. And she could not let go of the chance.
And he was not the kind of man who would be sleeping without his ears and eyes open when he had a stranger over to his place.
She needed to come up with a plan. One where she could make him fall asleep and use the entire night to search the whole penthouse up and down.
She turned the faucet down and searched for something in her jeans pockets, front and behind.
Cursing, closing her eyes shut for not finding it. She almost hit the mirror and could have possibly crashed into it, but controlled her anger, taking deep breaths.
So it was confirmed that she would not be getting any kind of help from her white powder pack in knocking him to his sleep, She needed to come up with another plan quickly and there was not much time either.
What were those times when she would always come prepared...and now, it just made me feel awful about herself for always leaving behind something or the other thing, this delaying her prospect of ever getting done with this deal when even the time was running out too.
"Planning to spend the night inside the washroom huh?"
His call made her look at the door. She had not come up with anything yet. And she did not want him to think otherwise either.
Maybe it was time...time to give in and deal with the consequences?
What could go wrong? He was a man after all and she would be only going to a much deeper pit to get her work done.
Her uptight demeanor would only be putting the ones she called family in danger the more time she took to complete the task.
So maybe it was time...maybe it was? The voice in her core was not so sure yet. The nervousness took over her frame.
But it should not be so hard. She knew how to do it. A woman's beauty could become her most deadly weapon against the enemy.
It all depended on how one woman thought to put it to use. If she did it right, she could have that man sit and stand up on her one command.
The history had records of it working. A woman belonging to nothing, who claimed her way up to the throne.
Or one who lost her crown, yet managed to slaughter everyone else, even without owning or raising a blade up and making it to the top back.
And the men who knew or the women who knew or those who knew had exploited this ability of women to their benefit.
She could do it. It could have been a while...a long while but her cards were still intact in all the right places.
"Coming!"
She answered and then splashed water on her face, assessing her reflection.
Even without the art of makeup on her face, she could make use of the best of the moment.
And nobody lied when they said man always desired to see the real naked version of the woman...the real you.
She splashed water on her face twice more to the point of drenching her t-shirt, and letting down her hair.
It was time and she opened the door, stepping out, wearing her new confidence, although not expecting that he would be standing right at the front as if he had been listening to all her thoughts. If he wanted, he could.
Meanwhile, standing on the other side of the door, he did not comprehend what would be coming out of that door.
Wet drops danced on her skin, sliding down from her face to the lining of her neck and then disappearing inside the crease of her drenched shirt.
Her hair was down, the locks hanging at the front of her face making her look like an alluring self.
Nothing about how she looked was out of the ordinary. He had come across many beautiful women and if the choice was to hold this woman, standing before him at the moment and the freaking Miss Universe, he would be very stupidly chose her.
Making him come to realize that something was seriously wrong with him. And he had not known about it until then or even if he did, his mind did a good job ignoring it.
When his steps approached her, she did not secede backward, remaining static on her spot.
Their eyes interlocked and it almost felt like he had known those pair of brown orbs, staring at him for so long...but it did not quite hit where and when.
He raised his right hand up and softly touched the side of her face. A small touch...yet it felt the most intimate to both of them than anything they had ever felt.
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