A good time

Again, he ignored her. It would have been fair if she had succeeded in getting something from him. The ascent to their office was awkward. He kept a straight face and didn't look her way once. 

When he went straight to his own office without saying a word to her, she knew she had the same mistake all over again.

She could barely concentrate on the reviews before her on the table. She could have easily gotten what she wanted and raced back to her mother's maiden home. Her sisters would give her a round of applause and her mother would congratulate her for accomplishing the mission and then everything would be over. She would leave Havana and never return.

But it wasn't happening. Lust had blinded her and carried her away. She was lusting after a cursed wolf prince. Maybe she was sick in the end. There had to be a justifiable reason, no matter how childish it would sound.

The wolf prince. It wasn't a myth, but it would be soon if he continued like this. That woman had pleasured him back in the car like he was all that mattered to her. The image of her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock was no longer a fantasy. It had happened. There was something about their make out that felt forbidden. 

Were they going to have a relationship? He shook his head hard to clear the thought. He had to work on himself to prevent what happened from repeating itself next time. She was in the next office, separated from him by only a thin pane of glass. The knowledge that he could take her if he wanted to stirred his cock alive again.

But he wasn't looking for a bedmate. He was looking for his soulmate. He wanted to believe, despite himself, that the spark that was growing between them was fueled by lust and infatuation. But she was so different from other one. She was for keeps

If he was going to be productive at work, he would have to clear his mind and stop thinking about her.

Esmeralda waited until it was lunch hour before she went out to eat. Actually, she wanted to be sure the prince was in his office before stepping out so there would be no chance of bumping into him. She stocked all the documents she had been working on since morning in a neat pile and shut her work tablet down.

She tiptoed gingerly out of her office and pushed the door open slowly. She tried to do it noiselessly but a door would always be a door. She left it open halfway and slipped through. She shut the door quietly and swept her hands over her gown to clear the creases out of her gown. A result of sitting down for so long.

She turned swiftly to get on her way and bumped into a mass of rock hard muscles. Reflexively, she screamed out of panic. The prince shot out his arm to cover her mouth with his palm. Her eyes grew wide as saucers, like banjo eyes.

For a few seconds, she kept mute, trying to slow down her heartbeat that was going bonkers. He removed his hand from her mouth and stepped away, looking around shrewdly.

"We are having lunch together." He told her.

Esmeralda eyed him. She wanted to stay away from him. After their intense moment together in his car, she wasn't so sure about his intentions anymore.

"I'm not sure how good it will look. You and your personal assistant at lunch together." 

"Is that the only thing that comes to your head whenever you see people like that together? That they have something going on between them?" 

Esmeralda hated that he liked to pick on everything she said all the time just to prove that he had a different perspective.

"I did not say that." She replied defensively.

Why was he uptight anyway? He had been the one to throw the big announcement on her like a turkey drop without bothering to ask her gentlemanly. He was so used to having his way. Oh, that was why he thought he could use her as he wanted whenever his Master John Goodfellow needed some action.

"That was what you were implying. Besides, it doesn't matter what people think. So as long as the two people are having a good time together." His eyes twinkled with mischief.

Esmeralda caught his last statement and held on to it.

"Having a good time? What if only one of them is the one having a good time?" She asked tentatively.

"Is that what you think? That I'm using you for a good time?" He asked in return. His deep voice held her bound to him. Unwilling to back down from the argument because everything about him screamed bully. His voice was bullying. He talked and did things like a bully.

"Yes. Everytime we make whoopee, you ignore me right after as if I was just a booty call." 

The prince flinched. Her terminologies were always funny. 

"Make whoopee?" He asked, trying to make a joke out of her frustration.

"I had your cock in my throat back there in the-" 

The prince slammed himself into her and captured her lips with his. He kissed her hungrily as if her lips would satisfy his hunger for her. 

"Play along." He whispered.

It took her a moment to understand what he meant. There were people in the hallway and he was using the kiss to swallow their conversation.

She could hear the footsteps, the gasps and shuffling of feet and murmurs. She thread her fingers through his silky black hair and kissed him back fervently. From the corner of her eyes, she saw someone walk into them and leave immediately.

The prince humped himself against her, moaning into her mouth and feeling her up. He let go of her as soon as the coast was clear.

"This shouldn't have happened. They heard you say you had my cock in your mouth-" 

"And you had to kiss me to shut me up?" She asked loudly.

She walked out on him, eager to get out of the same breathing space with him.

Kain adjusted the bulge in his pants before leaving. Everytime he spent with Esmeralda, he was always having an erection. Whether or not the atmosphere was sexual or not.

Esmeralda was fuming. He was using her to catch a good time. But she had no right to be angry because she was the one who was about to take a very sensitive part of him to send to her mother.

The company's kitchen was already full with other staff. She scanned the large kitchen for an empty table to sit at.

It took her a while to notice that people were staring at her and talking and exchanging glances.

Someone dropped a tray on her table and she looked up. Male hands, tuxedo suit, musky scent and everything else that screamed royalty.

What was he doing here? He always had his lunch delivered to him in his executive suite. She was aware of the stares and glares drilling holes on her head from behind. People were probably wondering what the prince was doing out in the open without his orderlies trailing behind him like minions.

He sat down on the chair opposite her casually as if he did this everyday. He clicked his fingers, signaling the waitress to come over to their table.

She looked surprised, seeing him in the kitchen.

"Bring my usual. And oh, her favorite." He flashed her a patronizing smile to complete the drama.

Esmeralda was aware of the attention the prince was drawing to her and she didn't like it one bit.

Few minutes later, the waitress wheeled their order, more of his order, to their table. She lifted off the covers of the soup tureens to reveal chili con carne.

"What a coincidence." He exclaimed. 

Esmeralda preferred the over serious business minded prince to the goofy one sitting across the table. He rubbed his hands dramatically as the waitress ladled the chili sauce onto their plates.

"Why are you doing this?" Esmeralda asked tiredly. She just wanted to have lunch. He was complicating things for her.

"What? You complained I was the only one having a good time between the both of us. So, here's me making sure we're both having a good time."

"I didn't mean it literally."