Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Fourteen: Bernoulli's Theorem (Part 3)

Xavier stood inside the elevator, his eyes burning a hole in her head. If his gaze had had any magical powers, she would have been dead by then. She swallowed hard and entered the tiny space, standing beside him, facing him. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her, burning her into ashes in his imagination.

"Hello, sir!", she wanted to smack herself for sounding like a scared kitten.

Why is he so annoying!? Why am I so scared? Where is my confident self?

He averted his eyes to the doors. His face, the very picture of the Thar desert- lifeless as fuck. She rolled her eyes when he didn't respond to her.

Quite expected from an A-class asshole.

They both waited inside the four walls of steel, a painful silence deafening her. She fiddled with her fingers, not sure of what was causing her to be so nervous around him. Her body responded the very second, she inhaled his strong masculine scent. It was musk but it smelled heavenly and quite different from what she had experienced before.

Rich people musk, on a very delicious body--

The fuck?

She blinked a few times, trying hard to not think about anything improper. It was tempting- truly tempting- to look at him but she chided herself.

He surely was a handsome man with a dark unruly mop of hair. They always looked disheveled and she had noticed that his left hand often raked through them- like now- making it all the way more appealing, sexier as sin. He was a piece of art, sculpted to perfection.

Every other lady she knew in the office had a tiny crush on him. With his empty expressions, volatile temper, and devilish body, he was undoubtedly a mysterious guy who piqued the interest of every woman- sometimes even man. Tall, dark, and very, very handsome. Well, not that literal dark, as his skin was like caramel, the golden sweetness.

And he is impossible, he could look like all the perfect things a man could be, but he is very impossible. You hate him. Hate. Him.

She mumbled it to herself a few times before relaxing. Unfortunately, her eyes had a mind of their own and they glanced at him from the corner of her eyes.

He was dressed in his boring formals, like always. Just for the change, his collar button was flicked open and the tie was missing from its usual place. Her mouth went dry when she noticed a mark near his neck, dark over his bright golden skin.

Oh God!

Mentally, she fought herself to stop staring at him. If he caught her ogling him, that would be the greatest embarrassment she would have to live down the life. Just when she thought her eyes had betrayed her enough, they fell on his arms. The shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing more than enough muscle and skin, and a fancy wristwatch loosely clung to his left hand.

Those arms look quite strong. Maybe they could hold a woman tight when he fu--

"No!", she muttered biting the pad of her shaking fingers as her hand covered her mouth. It was loud enough to make Xavier aware of her statement. He looked at her for a nanosecond and then went back to his normal self, a very secluded world of his own.

Thank thee, lord.

If the color of her skin had permitted, anyone could have guessed that she was blushing. This was the first time when she was thankful for being dark, for being able to avoid such a situation of embarrassment.

She knew that she felt a weird attraction towards him from the day she saw him. But lately, her hormones were tiring her up, they worked overtime and it was troubling her. She wanted to believe that Xavier was one of the ugliest personalities she had ever encountered. It would do her good if she listened to her conscience's two cents' advice and never crossed his path personally. She had no interest or intention to do so- just in case.

Just be professional.

Finally, the elevator hit the ground. As soon as the doors opened, she cleared her throat to bid him goodbye. Before she could utter a single word, he left, taking long strides, completely unaware and unaffected, as if she didn't exist there. She pulled her hair in frustration.

Ugh! I hate that fucking prick.

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A/N

"Kanda Naal Mudhalai" in Saindhavi's voice makes me feel as if Lord Murugan is just standing in front of me, appreciating the romance and love for him.

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