Because Of Love

Rafe stared at the closed door, his mind numb from the image of Miss McKenna walking away. Now he got where the saying ‘I love watching you walk away’ was coined from. The black pants she wore, though loose, were fitted from her waist to the mid of the curve of her hips. Her long sleeved white shirt, though fitting, was sadly loose around her bust. It was the two open top buttons that gave a hint of what lay underneath. She was dressed professionally, not provocative or revealing, but that was the thing. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He’d had naked women throw themselves at him but none had turned him on like she just did. If she only knew that was what men like him found seductive.

But then again, if he were to imagine her naked, it wouldn’t be hard to fill in the blanks. The memory of her unexpected visit was still stuck in his mind. Those blue jeans shorts that reached the mid of her thigh in freys, her long dark legs exposed to the ankle. The light grey tank top… his throat grew dry, and he quickly grabbed the glass of water at his right and took a drink. That tank top, now that fitted her perfectly, exposing the outlines of her bra that carried the full cups of her breasts; the hemline cutting low enough to expose their round top curves, partially covered by the ankle long cardigan she had on.

He hadn’t had much interest then to pay attention, but it was a good thing he had such a great memory. Though he was willing to admit he found how she wore her hair mildly attractive. In the casual attire, her big mass of black-brown curls was held back and away from her face with what he thought was a headband. Her professional look now with her hair slicked back in a low ponytail; the mass bush of hair sat on her back like a tied bouquet of black and brown baby breaths.

He reared back catching himself. Had he just compared her hair to flowers?

“Do you think she’ll report what she saw?” Enzo said, breaking his thoughts.

Rafe looked down at the open files on his desk. He was currently reviewing the financial records for the last three years, from the day he last visited this office. Unlike now, he hadn’t been appointed an assistant which made him even more curious as to what they were doing that they were so cautious of him.

He looked at Enzo for the first time with respect. It mustn’t have been easy to get all the records from the archives, hard and soft copies, since they hadn’t been very co-operative when he’d asked nicely-another thing that piqued his interest. Rafe was curious as to how Enzo had managed to get the records but he wouldn’t ask. He never did ask any one in his team about how they accomplished their tasks, and he didn’t much care as long as it wasn’t illegal.

“Who else knows I live on the yacht and not the hotel?”

Enzo’s brows pinched in thought for a moment before he answered, “Besides Joe the driver and Miss McKenna, none that I am aware of. The top management asked if you were enjoying the hotel and when you planned to take the yacht out.”

Rafe relaxed a little but not completely. That could mean two things-they didn’t know about his living arrangements or they knew and were pretending not to. Either way, they wouldn’t be paying him any unexpected visits anytime soon.

“Then no, I don’t think she will.”

“How are you so sure?” Enzo questioned.

Rafe was stumped for an answer. How was he so sure? She just didn’t look like the type to speak beyond what she was meant to. If she did tell anyone about the yacht it would probably be a friend not a boss. He will admit that he was very attracted to her but not to the point that it would cloud his judgement.  He was going to chalk it up to him being a good judge of character and that she looked like the type to mind her own business. Rafe looked back at the documents on his desk, not seeing a thing but the vision of McKenna’s ass as she hurried away. His judgement wasn’t clouded, but until he got past that vision, his mind was currently numb with lust.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Just a feeling,” he finally said. And then some.