Endgame (rough draft)

Part 11

Elijah stood there looking at Rachel as if she had lost her mind. However, his next words were left unsaid when he gave Rachel a once over. A white see-through tank top that left nothing to the imagination. She wasn't wearing a bra making it easy to see her pierced nipples.  She was wearing a pair of matching boy shorts that were tight enough to see the imprint of her pussy. For the first time, he was speechless when it came to the clumsy Rachel.

"What are you... How did you... Did I.." Rachel stuttered. Standing in front of her was an Elijah in a pair of dark-colored jeans with a white t-shirt. Now granted this woman had seen this man completed naked and then played it off as if the situation never happened... He looked decent in regular clothes. If he wasn't a total ass then maybe he would actually be attractive.

"The gala is tomorrow and I need my assistant there," Elijah said clearing his throat.

"Gala? Isn't that in Italy? I didn't know that you were going and plus I'm off for the weekend."

"Do you really expect the man who owns several fashion companies around the world to pass up the opportunity to attend the biggest fashion event of the year? Are you going to invite me in or are we going to continue to talk in the doorway?"

Rachel hesitated for a minute before opening the door wider for him to enter. He wasted no time in walking into her house and turned just in time to catch a glimpse of her backside. The short she was wearing was hugging her in all the right places. It made all of her juicy assets stand out more. The woman was toned and she smelled like cocoa butter and mango.  He cleared his throat and diverted his eyes to his watch.

"I should put something on." Rachel felt insecure with the leading man of the fashion industry in her living room. The way he had been treating her lately she felt intimidated all over again.

"You should pack for the weekend while you are at it." He checked his watch ignoring her facial expressions. "Precisely three days will due."

"But I'm off." She groaned.

"You want this as a career right? Shall I find another assistant that wants this career? In order to do that you have to make some sacrifices in life."

"I do not have anything to wear to the gala."

"Are you in or are you out?"

"...I'll go pack." Rachel walked off to her room.

The sway in her hips did not go unnoticed by him. How can the woman that has gotten on his last nerves be so... so damn mouth-watering? It angered him how could even look at another woman other than his ex-fiance.

But he had to give it to her. Whatever he threw at her, she took it and came back ten times stronger. Even when he heard her crying in her office, she came back to work as if nothing happened. 

Elijah was intrigued by Rachel's determination. It was nothing he had witnessed before.

****

It was going to be a long nine-hour flight from New York to Florence Italy. Rachel had assumed that they were headed to the airport to fly coach. Boy was she wrong and naive. Elijah's driver had taken them to a private airport and they boarded on his private plane. It was only them and a few of the flight crew.

That wasn't even what made her mouth drop. What made her mouth drop was that Elijah wanted her to try on a dress for the gala. He needed to make sure it fit perfectly for her. The fabric was the same material she previously picked out.

"You want me to do what now?" Rachel asked. Her head cocked to the side as she eyed her boss.

"There's no need to feel insecure." Elijah sighed. "It's just us in the room and I need to see if the dress fits perfectly."

Rachel placed her hand over her crop top to suppress a shiver.

"Worry not, I'm not the least bit interested. Besides, do you know how many bodies I have seen while doing fittings?"

"L-lock the door."

 It wasn't that she was terrified of stripping in front of her boss... Nevermind, the woman was shaking in her Adidas shoes. Up under her black crop top, she was braless. Up under her fitted sweatpants, she was wearing her lace underwear.

Is that what it felt like to be a runway model? 

Always having people seeing your nude figure?

Elijah walked back to her and began removing a navy blue dress from the bag. A bag that she had previously fetched from a tailor. Rachel deeply inhaled and exhaled before removing her top. Elijah silently watched as she pulled the top over her two puffy pigtails. Her perky breast bounced when the top grazed them. His eyes returned to the dress before she could catch him staring.

"The pants as well. I highly doubt this dress will fit over them."

Her cheeks were flushed as she stared back at Elijah.

Sighing, she removed her shoes and pants.

Elijah practically choked on his spit. This woman was perfection with beautiful features. He hated himself wanting to trace her curves with the balls of his fingers. Clearing his throat, he held up the dress in his hands.

As he helped her put on the dress, his fingers unintentionally slid across her bare skin, leaving goosebumps. Elijah's fingers slid down her spine causing Rachel to shudder under his touch. He felt it. He eyed the dress in satisfaction. The dress made her ass pop more than what it normally was.  Not that she needed the dress to do that.

"This one of my designs, isn't it?" She asked.

"Yes."

It was indeed one of her sketches she had shown Elijah a week ago. Unfortunately, he had turned the design down for one of the fashion events.

"I thought you turned the design down."

"I turned it down for the client that would appear at the event. I never said that it wouldn't look perfect on you."

"Perfect?"

"I need to fix the straps on the dress and then we are good to go," Elijah said, ignoring her question.

Elijah worked in silence. She felt as though he was caressing her skin whenever he had to touch her. She only hoped that he couldn't tell how her body would shudder whenever she felt his breath on her or the way his large hand would gently touch her.

"All done. You have the rest, right?" Elijah whispered close to her ear with his hands still on her shoulders.

Her heart was beating fast and her breathing sped up a little. Fucking hormones. 

Elijah began walking to the door, fighting the urge not to turn around. He walked back to the couch, sat down, and pulled out his laptop. He tapped into the cameras back at Henderson Inc. Jessie was staying late with a few others to work on a project. Instead, he found Jessie flirting with another co-worker. If he wasn't a decent worker, Elijah would have fired him already. Switching over to the camera that was located in his jet, he wondered what was taking Rachel so long to come out. The camera over the bed showed that she wasn't in the same place he left her in. Instead, he heard low moans from the bathroom.

He smirked to himself and briefly listened to her erotic sounds. He wanted nothing more than to tie her to a bedpost while he pounds into her. He would love to hear her screaming his name up under him. But it was something he would never do.

He would never date or fuck an intern again. Never again.

The squelching sound mixed with her moaning had he already erection growing. That was something he couldn't deal with so he turned his laptop off altogether.

This was going to be one long-ass flight.

**

Rachel couldn't bear the silence any longer. So she did everything she could to engage in any conversation with Elijah. To his favorite food, drink to movies.

Elijah, on the other hand, found her act amusing. Acting as if she wasn't just masturbating after he barely touched her. On the other hand, he played along. There was nothing wrong with getting to know his assistant, right?