The Boss’s Proposal(24)

“Couldn’t have done it without you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” At that point, Sam put his arms around Aisha and lifted her from her seat easily enough. The two of them were close enough for her to notice the fullness of his lips and his quite curly eyelashes. She had rarely seen that on other men.

Aisha smiled down at him, still a little dizzy from the alcohol. His embrace was very tight. She felt his muscles flex on her back. Sam was a very strong man indeed. He was very happy and Aisha would not ruin his moment by asking him to put her down. A few seconds later, he eased her down, just in front of his desk and loosened his grip a little. His large hands were on her back. Their faces were only three inches away from each other. Aisha felt him breathing down her neck. Her heart pounded inside her chest, as his hands traveled towards her neck. Sam caressed her left arm and ran his fingers through her hair, not saying a word. The two of them maintained eye contact. Aisha did not expect his next move, though. She closed her eyes, eagerly anticipating a kiss, but Sam placed his left hand on her back, four inches above her waist and his right hand an inch on her left shoulder. He pulled her closer to him, gently and then, hugged her. Still with her eyes closed, Aisha tried to suck in his manly scent. Before she knew it, his full lips were on her left cheek, laying soft kisses.

“I so want him right now…” The feel of his lips on her smooth skin was amazing; Aisha wanted more. She put both hands on his massive chest and pushed him back, slightly. Their eyes met again, but this time, just for a split second. Sam leaned forward towards her, seeking her lush lips. Then, he used his weight to press her down on his desk. Very soon, their lips locked. Sam stroked her left knee briefly, before his right hand started slowly going up her leg. Their kiss was tender, sending shivers down Aisha’s spine. She even felt his manhood getting larger and harder on the inner part of her left thigh.

In spite of her desire, she would not sleep with a man a few minutes into knowing him. She felt a bit too relaxed, but she was not drunk. Notorious for playing hard to get, she would not change her ways, especially for a selfish, rich guy like Sam. As much as she enjoyed their kiss, she had to stop it.

Suddenly, she pushed him back, ending their kiss.

“I think I’ve had too much to drink…” She mumbled.

“Yeah, you’re probably right about that. So…” Sam looked like he was talking to a client. His tone was not personal anymore. His voice got high pitched.

“Thanks a lot for tonight, really. In fact…” Sam turned to his left and walked back to his desk. Then, he unlocked the last drawer and took two wads of cash out of it.

“Here’s twenty thousand dollars. You’ve earned it.” He tossed the money on his desk. At a loss for words, Aisha looked at the money first and then back at Sam. He had a toothy smile on his face.

“Twenty thousand? For me?”

“Yeah, isn’t it enough?”

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what do you mean, Ms Wilson? What do you want?”

Aisha’s shock abruptly turned into anger. She did not want him to address her by her last name.

“What? ‘Ms. Wilson?’ A minute ago we were kissing, for God’s sake.”

“We were, but you’ve been through a lot.” Sam left his desk and went closer to her, again. Aisha stood tall, as if she was trying to intimidate him.

“FYI, I always get what I want, Aisha. Thanks a lot for tonight, though. We can call it even. Unless…” Sam put his right hand back on her left shoulder. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

“I can’t believe the nerve on this guy… Geez, can’t he take a hint? How about a kick in the nuts, motha-fucka? I’d probably do that if you hadn’t saved me, you stupid, arrogant son of a bitch.”

“Hands off, Mr. CEO. I don’t want your money and I don’t wanna fuck you either.”

A sardonic smile was painted on Sam’s face. Then, he slowly ran his index finger on her shoulder. His tantalizing caress made her tingle.

“Oh, but you do…”

“I think I’m dealing with a spoiled brat here.” Aisha’s body was craving for his touch, but her mind kept telling her “no”. It was up to her alone; Sam would have no say in this and would not touch her again, until she allowed him.

“Hell no, rich boy. I’m not one of your ready-made whores. Now, get your hand off!” Aisha’s firm voice discouraged Sam. He had no choice but to comply. Right after that, she stormed out of his study and ran downstairs. She had to leave that place.

Sam would not her go that easily. He ran behind her and stopped her, just before she started going down the stairs, by grabbing her right arm. Aisha flipped around, very nearly in tears.