Diablo sat behind his desk with his head thrown back. His eyes were closed with a small smile adorning his lips. He sat up when he heard a knock at the door.
"Come in." he said as he watched the door open and a familiar feminine figure walked in. She was wearing a blue working suit with a pair of matching wedges. Her pretty face was slightly dusted with makeup and her hair rolled up in a neat bun above her head. The expression on her face was priceless as she looked at Diablo as though she had seen a ghost.
"Y…you…" Ella stuttered as she looked at the stranger from last night seated at the president's desk. He was the f**king president. She had been called to the president's office upon arrival at work and her heart had raced in anticipation wondering what a common employee like her had done to get a trip to the president's office. Only for the devilishly handsome stranger from last night to be her president, how dramatic. She rolled her eyes in mock surprise as she fixed her posture and walked towards him.
"Ella…" he called her name as he stood up from his chair and walked towards her. The hair on her nape stood up from the way he called her name, almost hypnotically as he stepped closer, his intent gaze fixed on her face. Obviously, he knew her name. Ella took a step back as her eyes met his.
"Yes" she replied steadily as she watched his hand stretch out towards her face. She kept her gaze steady as she watched his actions. What he did next surprised her.
"May I?" Diablo asked as his hand stopped midway. Ella's eyes were filled with confusion as she looked at the man before her.
"Touch your hair." Ella's eyes widened in disbelief at the statement.
'Why could he want to touch my hair.' She silently wondered.
"Okay." She agreed after considering that if he tried anything funny she could kick him straight in the groin. She watched as his long slender fingers twirled a few locks of her hair. He then stroked it in a gentle yet sensual way making Ella's cheeks flash. He was so close to her for her own liking. Was this man seducing her or was it just an innocent touch of her hair, that she could not tell as she parted her lips slightly to breathe. It was starting to get a little hot for her. Diablo who had just intended to tease her had become immersed in watching the changing expressions on her face. At first she was alert and wary, then calm and apparently she appeared thirsty with a healthy pink hue on her cheeks, her lips slightly parted with her eyes half closed. His eyes involuntarily travelled back to her pink luscious lips. His palm landed on her nape as his eyes met her glossy ones. His breath hitched as he imagined his lips on hers. He wanted to kiss her and in the next few seconds, his lips landed on hers in a simple kiss. Her lips were soft against his as he gently nibbled on her lower lip. She tasted heavenly. A sharp pain brought him back to his senses as he tasted blood, his blood. Ella stepped back as her eyes burned with anger. This sneaky president had charmed her and stolen her first kiss, just like that.
'He deserved what he got.' she thought as her eyes studied the fresh cut on his lower lip. Diablo met her angry eyes. He knew he was supposed to apologize for his ungentlemanly behavior but he was not sorry for what he had done. It was also partially her fault for seducing him.
'And those lips of hers, he wanted to taste them again.' He shook his head at his train of thoughts. He was thinking like a pervert. He cleared his throat, straightened his back and walked back to his desk.
"Am Diablo Asimov." He said to her once he was seated, intending to put what just happened between them aside.
"I know who you are, so why am I here?" She asked, her anger from earlier still apparent. She was bold and didn't give a damn that she was talking to her president.
"Have a seat, so that we may have a proper discussion." He proposed as he pointed at a sofa. Ella sat down as she thought of the previous scene. She could still feel the faint touch of his lips against hers. She licked her lips repeatedly to remove the sensation but stopped when she had a warning voice.
"Do not do that." Diablo said as he looked at the girl who was licking her lips.
'What did she think was she doing? Seducing him again, it was working because he couldn't keep his eyes off her lips.' He thought.
"What?" She asked completely clueless.
"This" he replied and licked his lips in a slow and seductive manner.
"The next time you do that, you will compel me to come over there and have a taste of those lips again." He added nonchalantly making Ella gulp at his shamelessness.
'This man was the most shameless creature she had ever met.' She screamed inwardly.
"Let us make a deal." Diablo said after sometime, earning Ella's full attention.
"A deal" she repeated.
"Marry me." He added as he studied her reaction. She was clearly shocked.
"Let's treat it as a business transaction." He said as he handed her a few documents. Ella read through the papers. There is no way she was agreeing to this insanity. Marrying a dashing president for money! She still had some dignity left even though she was struggling financially. The papers he had given her stated that they were to be married for three months and that he was doing this for his personal reasons he had refused to disclose. He was going to give her a job promotion so as she could earn enough money to take care of her sick grandfather and pay tuition for her younger sister. He seemingly knew a lot about her. Their relationship was to obviously stay private with only close friends and family informed. And lastly, they were not to have sex unless with mutual consent, something that calmed her a little considering mister president here was already getting touchy feely with her. Anyway she was not planning on agreeing to this but she was curious.
'If not her body, what was he getting out of this.' She thought as she studied him.
"So…what have you decided?" he raised his head from what he was doing when he felt her gaze on him.
"No, there is no way I am getting married to you. I don't know you or even love you." She stated truthfully as she placed the papers on his desk, and turned around to leave.
"But what do you get out of this arrangement." Ella decided to ask as she stopped in her tracks and turned her head towards him.
"You cannot know that unless you are my wife." Diablo said as sly smile played on his lips." Ella returned the smile as she turned and walked towards the door.
"Bye then, Mr. Asimov." She said as she turned the knob and walked out. Diablo's eyes sparked with a small speck of interest. He was interested by her proud and curious nature. He wanted her and he was going to get her. His eyes shone with determination as he picked out his cell phone and made a call.
"Meet me at my villa at 7 in the evening." He said to the receiver on the other line.
"Okay." The person on the other line replied and hang up.