The first thing Roarke noticed when he passed by the conference room was Vanessa's hair that was let down. An insignificant act that shouldn't have gotten noticed in the first place! He observed how her smooth pale skin on one side of her neck glistened due to the way she let her hair down on the other side. Trying to seduce him is not enough, is she going to seduce his employees as well?
He thought angrily when he saw the rapt attention her team members were giving her, he doubted if he they were listening to whatever she was saying with keen interest seeing how her golden locks were packed to one side to expose the sexy neck of hers.
Vanessa who is aware of the piercing grim look of a certain brown eyed being directed at her through the transparent glass wall of the conference, purposely met Roarke's eyes and smirked.
Not happy that Vanessa caught him looking, because he definitely wasn't admiring her neck, he walked into the room, "you can go on with the discussion, Miss Sloan" he raised his hand to signal to Vannesa to continue because she paused when he entered, "I just wanted to check if everything is going smoothly, while going to my office".
It infuriated him further because the subtle smirk on Vanessa's face showed that she didn't believe a word he said. Why did he feel the need to explain himself in the first place! He tore his gaze from her face to fed his eyes on the rest of her body.
The white tight fitted top which was neatly tucked into her short wine skirt stopped shortly above her knees, isn't that too short?
He let his gaze travelled further down her legs, hot long legs at that, to her feet which was enclosed in a pair of white heels. She could easily pass for a model advertising how sexy an office wear can be.
Fully aware of her boss' gaze o her as it surveyed her body which made her skin tingled, she focused on her discussion while keeping Roarke at her vantage point. Feeling his gaze moved back up from the 'top to bottom' inspection, she made sure she held his gaze again and winked.
Roarke cleared his throat and left, angry at being caught not just once but twice. His memory went back to last night when he had a late night video call with his brother, initiated by Reese of course on how disappointed he was that he didn't show up at his club even after the invitation. Reese wouldn't shut up about how much he enjoyed 'Nessa' and 'Tori's company, how attractive they looked and the sexy dance show they entertained everyone.
The unsettling feeling he felt when Reese was narrating Vanessa's wild moments at the club last night came back, he barged into his office and attended to the papers which are more important than an irrelevant memory.
Vanessa beamed at the outcome of letting her hair down. Earlier this morning, Tori had suggested styling her hair on one shoulder, to expose her neck, no man can resist starring at an exposed neck, as creepy and vampirish as it sounded, Tori had sworn that it could work, since she took it from the 'Art of Seduction' manual, a collection she deliberately developed solely for Roarke.
Vanessa had let her hair loose freely on both shoulder but when she caught Roarke's reflection approaching the conference room, she flipped her hair to the side, pretending to adjust the ring in one of her pierced ears to erase suspicion from her colleagues. Glad it paid off!
She mentally checked off the first act from her 'To Seduce List', she prepared the report for the week, made few suggestions and recommendations as discussed by her team members and sent it to the printer. While waiting to hear the end of the whirring noise of the printer, she ordered everything she'll need to redo her office. After the sudden clink of the printer which signalled the end of printing, she placed her orders and logged off the site.
Time to go see the big bad wolf!
The soft knock on his door cut off Roarke's attention from the paperwork. The sweet scent of chocolate and mint flavour fanned out as she stepped in, which got stronger when she walked towards him. The sway of her hips while walking closer did things to his sense, his nose flared, it's all part of an act to seduce him.
Determined not to give in to her acts of seduction, Roarke sat up straight and shook his head quickly, a habit he had developed ever since he met Vanessa. Shaking his head tends to clear his thoughts and bring back his clear headed mind from fantasising about her.
Nessa didn't need to possess the power to read minds to guess Roarke's thought, she had seen how his eyes lingered on her hips, not that she swayed them deliberately to capture him but if a mere sway of hips could draw his attention, that's a plus for her.
"Here's the report for the week, schedules and proposed time frame on how each plans will be carried out are included" she spoke.
Instead of standing in front of him, with the table between them, she moved to stand beside his chair to place the report on his table, she basked in his manly scent of his cologne, she subtly sniffed in more, liking how the strong scent reminded her of earth mixed with rain water and wind before a heavy downpour. A memorable picture of how she and her siblings run around outside their home to feel the wind and the first few drops of rain on their faces played on her mind. She made a note to call them later.
Roarke would have found Vanessa standing really close actually to put the report on his table beside him instead of across him strange if she hadn't proclaimed her intention to seduce him.
He had no intention of being seduced by her or anyone else, he won't give in to her art of seduction, in fact, he won't allow it. No matter how hard she tries, she would keep ending up against a dead wall, a barricade which will block her attempt in every way.
Feeling amused and annoyed at the same time that she thought she could seduce him, he intend to beat her at her game. If not for anything but to show her that he cannot be swayed. Her bewitching scent which dulled his sense had nothing on him, her smooth and full lips begging to be kissed didn't faze him, neither is her hot long legs which he had imagined severally wrapped around him won't make him waver.
He shook his head once again, wanting to have her far away from him to regain his clear head which is being muddled by her closeness, "I'll go through them and mail you a feedback" he replied curtly with a dismissive nod.
Arrogant jerk!
Vanessa thought and moved to settle herself comfortably on Roarke's couch. She preferred sitting on the comfortable couch to the chair across him.
Roarke who thought he had dismissed Vanessa with his usual curt response which he knew annoys her greatly was dumbfounded by the show of exposed sleek as silk long pale thighs starring back at him with the way she sat on his couch like she owned it.
Her short skirt rode high up, giving him a massive show of her legs from her feet to her thigh which stretched back into her ridiculously short skirt.
Whatever sane thought he had in mind flew out the window, his hand itched to brush his fingers on her thigh and his tongue watered, yearning to kissed her everywhere.
Hanging on the last thread of sanity he had left, he shut down his unwelcomed desires, replaced by a sudden anger towards Vanessa, with the intention to teach her a lesson for the unprofessional behaviour, he strode towards her.