CONSUMED by Her | 18+ ✔️

CHAPTER 6

Alec

As I collect the scattered documents from my office floor, I beam with euphoria and am thrilled to have finally met Skylar. Even though she is gone, the aquatic floral fragrance of her perfume still lingers in my nose, and I'm completely intoxicated by her scent and taste. My lips are still tingling from our intense kiss and I have no regrets about making my move. Although she abruptly left my office, thinking our kiss was a mistake. To me, it was a favorable response and I want more.

Damn...

Those lips...

They were soft and dripping with honey.

The unfamiliar and raw chemistry between us was irrefutable and insatiable, and I have to admit, I can't defy the emotions she stirs up in me. She is a woman unlike any other, and there's just something about her that makes it impossible for me to walk away from, even if I could. My desire for Skylar Carlisle is unparalleled, and I am determined to do whatever it takes to pursue her—to have her. Even though chasing her goes against my rules and everything I stand for.

You're losing yourself, Casanova.

I'm hopelessly caught in her gravitational attraction. Then again, witnessing her attempts to conceal her attraction towards me, succumbing to my touch and being swept up in the same exhilaration as me, was extremely gratifying. It's not just her appearance that has me under her spell, but also her touch, and I vividly remember the jolt of electricity surging through me when I brushed her hand purposely. I thought it was all in my head when I shook her hand, but I had to make sure if it was and the sensation was even more pronounced.

Jim's words suddenly reverberate in my head. 'When you meet the right woman, you'll fall hard, and there's no turning back from there.'

Fuck you, Jim!

Now I owe you a holiday.

*

It's the third time this morning I've gone through last month's financial reports, but still can't make any sense of it. This has never happened before, but a certain brown haired beauty with vibrant ocean blue eyes, a blushing face and delicious full lips is responsible for my distraction. I can't get her out of mind and find myself replaying our encounter over and over in my head, which urges me each time to contact her. But I've resisted the urge for fear of appearing desperate or overconfident. However, at noon, I cannot handle the torture any longer.

After picking up the files Skylar dropped yesterday, I head towards the elevator. My longing to see her surpasses the satisfaction of hearing her voice over the phone. I need to see her. However, as I near her floor, I begin to have doubts about whether she would appreciate an unexpected visit from me. My head is suddenly filled with thoughts that if I rush things, I might ruin my chances with her, but before I could change my mind, the elevator dings.

The double doors open and a beautiful blonde behind the reception desk jumps to her feet the moment she notices me.

"G-Good a-afternoon, Mr. Grayson. How can I assist you?" she stutters, looking me over.

Don't cream your panties now.

"Good day. Could you direct me to Miss Skylar Carlisle's office?" I ask bluntly.

"Well... I-I can take yo—" the receptionist replies flirtatiously, batting her eyes as she rounds her desk.

"That won't be necessary," I state in an agitated tone, stopping her in her tracks. "Directions would be in order."

"Down the hall, the first corridor to the right. Miss Carlisle's office will be on your left, Sir," Blondie replies with a fake smile, clearly pissed off since I didn't give her the time of day.