Mary quickly composed herself when she heard a strange voice close to her right ear. Putting an end to her daylight fantasy of waking up to such fascinating view. She turned sharply, slightly brushing her right arm on her intruder's chest. She came closely to a tall, powerfully shaped body, dressed in a luxurious grey dress shirt draped in a tailroed black slacks. His body wash mixed with cologne, having a distinctive fragrant flavor that she couldn't quite place, awaken her subconscious mind. She instantly felt dizzy. She took a wobble step backward and just when she was a second away from hitting the glass wall, she felt a strong arm encircle her waist, holding her in place.

"Is this how you appreciate your host for gracing your sight with a mouth watering view"? He asked with a smug look on his face.

"Uhm, sorry, excuse me" Mary stutter, looking embarrassed for being caught off guard by this sinfully looking man still holding her around her waist.

"I see you've met with Mr. Smith, Miss Minali" Mike said, coming out of an inner room that marks Smith's rest room.

Mary quickly stepped back, forcing a break between her and Smith. She noted Mike had gone back to address her formally but that's not even why her lungs were strung so tight, she couldn't breathe. She looked back at the man just few feets away from her. She had come in contact with the mogul whose very existence, makes her heart ache.

Inspite the few pictures of him she allowed herself to see on the internet when Jennifer had looked him up, she's awed at his sense of appeal, raw masculinity and the sensual air he emit. Clearly, those pictures did not do justice to this ravishing specimen. Or, it was perhaps, the way he came at her that made her lose her sense of reasoning. That explains why she couldn't even identify him.

"If you are quite done with your train of thought, would you mind taking a seat and tell me why you have come to see me?"

"Y..yes, ssuure, of course". Mary slurred

"Mike, serve my client her preference" he said, dismissing Mike, as he walked back to his desk. He offered Mary a seat, opposite his desk, while he made himself comfortable in his.

"I assume you have a profitable deal for me"? He asked with a wicked grin

Mary's eyes rounded in surprise. Is this man playing games now? She asked herself

Well, bring it on!

Mary returned his grin with a smirk of her own.

She allowed her gaze to wander over him once more. This time, looking for any indication of the monster she believed him to be. For one, she was able to detect his arrogant, straight to the point nature. That could possibly have stemmed from his massive wealth and class. He looks confident and at ease, as though, he's approachable but there's an air to him that warns one to tread with caution. She also noticed a weariness around his eyes, though he was quick to mask it with the air of superiority he carries around him.

The sound of a phone ringing brought Mary back, from her train of thought. It was his phone. He was scowling at the phone when he checked his caller. He ignored the call, then pressed a button to mute the sound.

He lifted his head to Mary. Their eyes met but Mary was quick to avert her gaze. Embarrassed to be caught staring at him once again. He loves how he intimidates her. He wonders if that's a weakness for her or the power he has over her. His phone rang again but it was a different caller this time. He picked up his phone to answer his call.

"Smith. Speak", he said authoritatively.

He paused and listened to the other person for a while before responding.

"When will you be back?"

There was a brief pause.

"See me immediately you get back. I want to see it all", he said and ended the call.

John Boston Smith looked at the fine work of art before him. She's five feet tall, light skinned, with an angelic face. Her beautiful oval face and sizeable head were just the perfect fit to accentuate her glorious body shape, that one would think she's got the slimmest figure, judging by her small size of face. Although, that, in its entirety, would not be a misinformation, except she's blessed with an hourglass shape that could make a man lose his mind. Right flesh in the right proportion. He had earlier done an assessment of her hips. How wide it spread to her side, with a well rounded butt to compliment it.

His gaze landed on her innocent eyes, almost weary of her environment. He could see how she's fighting to remain confident and in control of whatever game she has up her sleeve. Her small perky nose, made his fingers twitch. He wants to have a feel of it. Her lips, beautifully shaped. It looked so soft and lightly dusted in pink, that he felt drawn to it. He noticed how she wet her lips with her tongue as though, an habit. If only she knew the effect it has on him. He felt drawn to her. The V line of her shirt exposing the swell of her breast as her chest rises and fall at each breathe she took. He could tell she had a sizeable one there, not too large, just a handful.

There was a brief knock on the door as Mark came in with a cup of freshly brewed coffee, laced with cream. It was made to suit Mary's taste. Mark immediately exit the room after serving it to her.

Smith saw the bewildered look on Mary's face after taking a sip of her coffee. He understood the reason behind her confusion. Only that he had carried out his usual investigation on her. He had called his private investigator, Douglas, the same day, he saw Mary outside his restaurant in a dilemma. Douglas had diligently done his homework. He had mailed the basic information to him that night with a promise to complete his research once he got back to town as he was presently on an assignment. Smith understood because he had assigned him a secret mission that took him out of town.

He laid back in his chair, used his palms to cup the back of his head while he gave Mary a shrewd look.

"So, Miss Minali, what do you think you can offer me?"