Cruel Fate

Chapter 5: Dangerous Territory

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Cruel Fate

Chapter 5

'Dangerous Territory'

Parking his BMW in the exact same spot as the day before when he dropped Amelia off at her apartment, Ben took a peek at his watch and was satisfied to notice he was right on time. His eyes scanned the environment, unconsciously looking for Amelia. An elderly woman exited the apartment block with her dog, if that’s what you could call the small white rat at the end of the leash. Ben despised those small yapping creatures. A dog that couldn’t properly bark wasn’t a real dog. Ben never had a pet, but if he’d ever consider getting one, it’d be a German Shepard.

Surveying his surroundings, Ben suddenly halted his gaze on a woman in a midnight blue skirt and white linen blouse. It took him a second to recognize Amelia. She was smiling cheerfully while she talked to someone on the phone and carried two cups of Starbucks coffee, her four inch strappy heels clicking against the pavement. The woman must have a walk-in closet solely filled with shoes. Ben didn’t think he’d ever seen her wearing the same pair twice. All of them were colorful, elegant and sky high, yet she walked on them as if she wore flats. It was mindboggling.

Studying her from a distance, Ben noticed the top button of her blouse was undone, revealing a generous amount of cleavage that would make any man drool with want. The hollow between her breasts peeked from underneath the fabric, but the blouse covered just enough skin to keep one guessing what the color of her bra would be. Ben felt like a pervert for ogling her shamelessly while she still hadn’t noticed his car. His desire to study her closely was just too strong to ignore. He couldn’t keep his damn eyes off of her. Amelia Parker had everything he looked for in a woman, the voluptuous curves, long wavy hair, small waist, mile long legs and luscious behind. She was like a dream come true, too perfect to be real.

His swollen cock pushed painfully against his zipper, desperately wanting to break free from the confine of his jeans. Fuck. Ben groaned as he tried to push the X-rated thoughts of a very naked Amelia from his mind. He was walking on dangerous territory. Every day it was harder – literally – to stay away from her and keep their relationship professional.

The moment Ben’s eyes finally returned to her face after taking in every sinful inch of her body, Amelia looked up and spotted his jet black car at the side of the road. Her radiant smile still in place, she made her way to his BMW and ended the phone call. “Good morning,” she greeted blithely, completely oblivious to his state of arousal, as she opened the car door and handed him a cup of coffee. “Double espresso,” she mouthed with a shy smile.

Ben watched her in wonder. “You’re cheerful early in the morning,” he noted, surprised she was a morning person. Himself, Ben was more of a night owl. He could stay up until dawn if necessary and enjoyed the quietness the end of the day brought.

“Starbucks is just around the corner. I need caffeine to properly wake up,” Amelia explained as she took a sip of her caramel latte. No surprise Ben knew her favorite choice in coffee. Like he established before, he knew too damn much about her and remembered every little detail she told him. His unmistakable interest in Amelia scared the living hell out of him.

So she needed coffee in the morning to rouse? Ben could think of a better way to wake up, a horizontal one that would make her cheeks turn crimson and leave a content look in her eyes.

There he goes again. Dammit!

Amelia stared at him for a moment before remarking, “You look like you haven’t slept a wink.”