Chapter 9 - Not Even For A Billion Dollars

Eric's POV:

“Do you have the contract?” I extend my hand watching over Selena.

“Here you go. There’s no limit on it. I assumed responsibility for the beating for going against your orders.” He smirks and hands me the marriage contract.

“Good boy.” I smirk back.

“You two are alike. Minus the playboy part.” He sends me a look. “I think you two are fated to one another. Still, I sense war is coming over you. She’s not gonna be easy on you, boss. You need to keep your cool with her and arm yourself with patience. She’s not your ordinary girl.” He’s worried that I always have a temper and patience is not my forte.

“Take me to the coffee shop. It’s time to meet her.” I can’t help it. I want to see her face to face, hear her voice and see how she reacts to me outside the office. What Don told me, makes me have all kinds of thoughts. How could she still be a virgin? She’s a grown-up woman.

In fifteen minutes, I get down from the car and enter a local coffee shop. It’s simple but elegant. She’s sitting in a corner at a table for two. Perfect.

She’s browsing on her phone and now writing something. When I stand behind her, my nostrils pick up her perfume. It’s intoxicating. How come I didn’t sense it this morning? Or I did? Her frame is delicate. My manhood senses are on. It’s similar to those werewolf stories when he finds his mate and the wolf inside screams “Mate!”. That’s me right now.

“Selena?” I call her name. When she turns her head at me, and our eyes lock, my heart gets a gun shot and my knees get weak for a second. I keep my left hand in my pocket.

“Yes?” She looks at me like she’s seeing a stranger. No emotion at all. “Mr. Rodricks?” She remembers me. Her attitude gets professional, the one she served me this morning at Derek’s.

“Yes. Strange I meet you here.” I don’t take my eyes away from hers. She stands up.

“Yeah. Well, I live around here.” She says with icy eyes. No god damn emotion sending my way. She’s iced indeed.

“Are your problems solved now?” I randomly ask, searching for a string of feeling at my sight.

“No, sir. I’m afraid I have sent in my resignation. I have problems that interfere with my time working in New York. I’m sorry, but I won’t be working on your project anymore.” No fucking reaction that she’s impressed in any way by me. Is she for real?

“Call me Eric. Can I sit?” I smile and motion to the seat in front of her chair.

“I wouldn’t do that, Mr. Rodricks. I’m sorry.” She gives me a fake smile with coldness in her eyes and no tremble in her voice. “Oh! I was just finishing. I have places to go unfortunately.” She picks up her purse. “Wish you a wonderful day, sir! I have to go now.” She walks away. I close my eyes, clench my jawline, and catch her arm without turning around, standing in the same place.

“Selena? Please. Sit down.” I sense her tension from her arm’s muscles.

“Mr. Rodricks? Would you be kind and take your hand away from my arm? Like, now.” I turn and meet her eyes. They’re burning to punch me if I don’t retract my hand.

“If you promise to take a seat, I will.” I gasp her expression and have the instinct to kiss her on the spot. Those lips are so inviting. I refrain. Hardly. I fight myself to not grab and have her.

“What are you doing? Let go. Now.” She hisses at me. She talks informally now.

“I want to speak with you. Please. Sit.” I don’t let go. We are in the same position.

“Boy, I think you’re crossing some lines. I advise you to listen and let go.” Boy? I’m a boy? She’s sending spears through her eyes.

“Sit.” I glare into her eyes to make her submit to my want.

“Why? Do I owe you something? Let go! Right now!” She grabs my hand and tries to take it away from her.

“If only you would sit.” I use my strength and make her sit, gently, keeping my hands on her shoulders. She’s sitting now but has a failed attempt to stand up as I put her back. “Give me five minutes of your time.”

“You’re really out of line. I’m trying hard to not make a scene because you’re a client at the company. That’s the only thing keeping your face in one piece.” She’s narrowing her eyes at me. “Speak.”

“Selena?” I take a sit as well.

“It’s Miss Dutchmond for you.” She’s having the bossy attitude with me now. I smirk.

“Selena.” I tease her.

“If you want five minutes to speak, you better learn the meaning of respect. If you don’t, I walk away. You have nothing to say to me that would pick my interest anyway.” She’s so devouring. The more she resists me, the more I want her. She’s got some nerves.

“I’m giving you respect.” I smirk.

“OK. That’s it.” She fires me with those delicious eyes, and the way she curves her lips to speak to me… “Would you stop?”

“Stop what?” I come back from my fantasies.

“Listen. How old are you?” What’s that got to do with anything?

“Why?” I sincerely ask.

“You look young. Younger than me. How old?” Is she patronizing me now?

“28.” I promptly answer. I want to see where this is going.

“Then for you, I’m miss Dutchmond. Got that?” She spikes her left eyebrow at me and shoots ice with her eyes. What effect she has on me right now, you don’t want to know. She’s on the bed and me all over her.

“Well, how old are you then?” Like I don’t know already. I want to play.

“31.” She says on a dry, patronizing voice.

“Not much older than me.” I chuckle.

She rolls her eyes. “What do you want from me? Let’s get over with it.”

“You.” I say with a hard voice, waiting to see her reaction. The anticipation kills me.

“You’re out of your mind. Goodbye.” She stands up and starts to the exit.

“One million dollars for a night with you.” I provoke her, having a devilish smile plastered on my face. My request makes her turn around and look at me with an anger that I have never seen before on a woman.

“Even for one billion dollars, I would never sleep with you. Hammer that to your damn mind! If you’ll ever see me in a place, I suggest taking the other way, if you know what’s good for you. Hope I’ll never see you again!” She thunders and walks away, leaving me alone at the table. She deserves to be the wife to someone my position. I smirk. You’ll see me soon, baby. Just wait to have you on my bed. This bad boy is going to send you to extasy. I’ll see you then how you plead in front of me and submit to my wants.

I stand up, exit the coffee shop, and go to my car where Justin and the boys wait.

“What did you do, Eric?” Justin has a no-you-didn’t look on his face.

“Nothing. Why?” I get in the car.

“She came out swearing and calling names, went to her car and drove away like a mad woman. I’m sure you’re the reason.” He looks at me pissed.

“I proposed her one million dollars for a night with me.” I smile with my eyes and have a devilish position of my lips.

“What?! Why?! Come on, Eric!” His eyes darken at me.

“Just testing the waters. She said not even for one billion dollars, she won’t sleep with me.” I chuckle.

“Good! I wouldn’t sleep with a jerk like you, too!” He says between his teeth.

“Watch your language, Justin.” I smile.

“You made her hate you. But hell, it’s your style to show you can get whatever you want! Hope you know what you’re doing.” He crosses his arms.

“Let her hate me. Hate can turn into love.” I motion Rick to start the car.

“Yeah? Not soon. From how I see her, she can hate you forever.” He looks on the window.

“She won’t.” Because I love her. When she refused the night with me for one million dollars, she sealed me to her, and only to her. I’ll make her love me.

“Whatever.” He hates me now.

“Shut up.” I tease him.