We arrive at the office on time and walk to the reception and I am told to head up to Miss Abraham's office, thank the heavens that the slutty receptionist was here today, we walk to the elevator and press the up button.
"Xander, does you being in a good mood means that your period is finally over right?" Charles snickers.
I sigh, "Ha-ha, very funny Dante," I reply, the door opens, and we step inside.
"Charles, what did we talk about?"
Charles huffs, "No teasing Xander,"
I turn my head and look at Charles, "Look who's finally become the submissive,"
"Shut it, James," he mumbles.
"I think someone needs a spanking," I tease.
Earning a chuckle from Damien, the elevator doors open, and we walk down the hallway to Miss Abraham's office, just as we are about to arrive, Aiden comes walking out looking flushed and dishevelled, the boys and I look at each other and shrug it off, who wouldn't look like that after seeing a woman like Miss Abrahams. We get to the door and Damien knocks, and then we hear shuffling on the other side.
A minute passes before she tells us to come in, Damien opens the door and i step in first and they follow behind me. As soon as I catch a glimpse of her office, my jaw nearly drops on the floor, she has the dream office, ceiling to floor windows, glass desk, white leather chair, whiskey cabinet, a balcony and she's got what looks like a private room.
"Good morning, Mr Forsythe," she greets cheerfully, "Charles, Damien."
"Good morning, ma'am," Damien greets.
"Good morning chicka," Charles greets, Damien elbows him, and he grunts.
Miss Abrahams giggles, "Hello Charles, everyone else is in the cafeteria, you are more than welcome to go join them."
"We would love to," Damien replies and pulls Charles out of the room before he could utter another word.
"Good morning, Miss Abrahams, I do apologise for Charles," I say as I walk to her desk.
"No worries, you can take a seat, so we can begin," she says as she sits down on her chair.
"Will Mr van Rensburg be joining us?"
I put my briefcase on a chair and take my suit jacket off and hang it on the chair, I sit down and pull out my laptop and iPad, along with my notebook.
"So, did you receive my email about dinner?"
"Yes, yes, I did, are we going there together or are we meeting each other there?" she asks.
"What are you more comfortable with?" I ask, leaning back on my chair.
"You are quite the gentleman, Mr Forsythe," she says, leaning forward onto her desk.
I chuckle, leaning forward as well, "Don't believe what you hear until you've experienced it for yourself."
"That's good advice coming from a pessimist,"
I could stare at her all day.
Nikiwe
This man is a dream, those steel grey eyes, dark chocolate hair, that smooth jawline and the way he smells, it's enough to make a girl wet. I would jump on it if I weren't with Aiden and if he wasn't such a sexist. I don't think I could risk my heart like that with Mr Sexist over here, but it wouldn't hurt to just drool over him.
"I think it would be best if we met at the restaurant," I reply, "Just to avoid, unnecessary drama."
"Okay, sounds good," he smiles, he picks up his notebook and opens it, I watch as his muscles move beneath his shirt, that shirt was practically kissing him.
I take note of every feature of his body, every curve, dent, and shape I could see through the shirt.
Girl quit staring!
"Mr Forsythe, how would you like your own office?"
I watch as relief washes over his face, "I would love that,"
Thank Mary, he agreed, having his around in my office, was going to cause more harm than good, especially to my very expensive underwear.
"Good, I'll have one arranged for you, for tomorrow," I smile.
"Excellent,"
The next two hours are spent, looking over the plans of the project, reviewing some of the costs and implementation plans, if this project was going to work, we both have to know everything that's going to happen and might happen, surprisingly, he was actually listening to me and not criticizing me, what is wrong with him? Is he broken?
By the time, we conclude, it's time for lunch and time to initiate my plan.
"Mr Forsythe, there is someone I'd like you to meet, and we are having a buffet in the boardroom,"
He raises an eyebrow, "Who might that be?"
"Chantel Pieters, head of finance and a shareholder in the company,"
"It would be an honour, Miss Abrahams," he says with a smile. Is he being for real? I'm introducing him to a woman and he's smiling?
We pack our things, he stands up and picks up jacket and puts it on, he walks to the door and opens, I step out first and we walk to the boardroom, we step in and find Chantel already sitting with Aiden, both of them having a salad.
"Chantel, Aiden, good afternoon," I say as I walk in.
"Nikki," Chantel greets as she stands up from her chair, I walk over to her and give her a hug and kiss on the cheek.
"Aiden," I greet.
"Mr Forsythe, I'd like to introduce you to Chantel Pieters, the woman I was talking about,"
He reaches out his hand towards her and, they shake hands.
"Nice to meet Mis Pieters," he says.
"Likewise, Mr Forsythe, it truly is an honour," she says giving her best smile.
"You can help yourself to the buffet Mr Forsythe and then you can come to take a seat here,"
"Thank you," he replies and walks away, keeping his eyes on Miss Pieters, I shouldn't be jealous, I shouldn't be jealous.
"Girl, you weren't lying when you said he was fine up close," Chantel gushes, "He is one fine piece of man."
"I know, and you are one hot lady and I'm going to need your help,"
She looks at me with a bit of fear in her eyes, "With what? And let it not be some crazy shit, like the last time."
"Nikki," Aiden calls out to me, he walks over to us and stands beside me, a little too close, Xander then joins us a few minutes later, with both of them standing side by side, it's like looking at gods, who are effortlessly trying to wet my panties.
Girl, you had dick yesterday.
"Mr Forsythe, you've already met Mr van Rensburg," I say, trying not to sound nervous.
"Yes, of course, we've even had the pleasure of meeting in private, it was an interesting conversation, wasn't it? Mr van Rensburg," Xander replies looking at Aiden with a knowing look.
Something is going on here, something isn't right.
"Yes, it was, it's just good to know we have a trustworthy investor on our team," Aiden replies, not giving me so as a glance, "Let's just hope you're investing in the project and nothing else."
What is that supposed to mean?
"Business on the top of my list, Mr van Rensburg, and nothing else," Xander replies giving him a fake smile.
I turn to look at Chantel who already looks as confused as I do, what is going on between these two.