CHAPTER 34: HER SCENT [CHRISTIAN POV]

I watched Leslie get dressed into the outfit that she arrived in this morning, holding back my strong urge to bend her over the bed once more.

We spent the majority of the afternoon giving in to our carnal desires, yet I still wanted more.

Today she wore a sexy pinstripe suit with a matching pencil skirt. But her deliberate choice of undergarments was what really had me in a trance.

My eyes traveled down her figure as she gracefully bent over to put on her black heels. The sheer thigh-high stockings peeked out from under her skirt, stirring the beast inside of me.

"Okay, how do I look?" she turned to face me with a brilliant smile.

I don’t know if it was an illusion or from all the sex we had today, but she was glowing.

Fuck, I’m hard again.

"You look as stunning as you first came in today," I replied, pulling her in for a kiss.

The softness of her lips was something I couldn’t describe, they made me go feral. No, she made me go feral.

Her soft moans mixed with gasps for air surrounded me, making me nearly lose control.

"Christian, I need to go. The driver--"

I finally caught her tongue with my own, dancing with it as I pushed her against the wall.

Fuck the driver, fuck what everyone thinks. I want her here and now.

My mind raced with possessive thoughts. The only way I was able to stop myself now was by forcing the thoughts of revenge to the forefront of my mind.

You’ve come this far, Christian. If you mess this up, you won’t be able to gather the information you need. Be patient.

After one final kiss, I managed to pull myself away from her.

Her phone rang for the second time, and she quickly answered it, "Yes, I’m on my way down now!" she said hurriedly.

I hated seeing how flustered and panicked she got when dealing with anyone from her family or home, even the driver.

"Sorry, Christian. I need to go now, else my mother will scold me."

I nodded and walked her down to the elevator.

"I’ll see you tonight, Leslie. Don’t miss me too much," I smiled as the elevator doors closed, blocking her from view.

-

As soon as I got back to my office, I called Blake into my office. He arrived shortly after, ready to be of assistance.

"You called, sir?"

"Mm, I’m going to my fiancée’s for dinner tonight. I need you to clear my schedule," I said, looking up from my desk.

Blake frowned, looking at his phone, "But sir, tonight you’re supposed to meet with the CEO of Regal Realty Group. He flew over overnight for this meeting."

"Ask him to reschedule for tomorrow and send him an apology gift to his hotel. Give him the 100-year-old wine that’s in the wine cellar at home," I said.

Blake’s eyes widened. "Sir, isn’t that the only bottle left in the world of that year? Isn’t that too much?"

It’s more than worth it to see Leslie tonight.

"It’s fine. I don’t plan to drink it anyway. I’m sure it will show my sincerity for bailing on the meeting."

Blake nodded, "Very well, sir. I’ll head over right now to retrieve it and hand it to him personally. Is there anything else?"

My mind was so fixated on Leslie, I almost forgot I was engaged to her sister.

"Oh yes, before you leave, get me a brooch or something like that from Sophia. I need a gift for my fiancée."

Blake nodded, "Do you have anything in mind?"

"No, just pick something that’s popular with the ladies," I said, picturing Morgan, "The gaudier the better."

Every time I saw Morgan, she was always adorned like a Christmas tree with gems and jewels. I figured she must have gaudy tastes to be willing to wear all of that all of the time.

Blake seemed a little bit surprised at my lackluster response, but didn’t say anything. After he left, I went to take a shower in the adjacent room since I wouldn’t have enough time to go home.

There were signs of Leslie everywhere, from her shampoo bottles that I painstakingly had to find to the still-damp towel hanging on the hook.

The entire shower area still had her scent, and it didn’t take long before all of the blood rushed to my now-hard erection.

Closing my eyes, I pictured the way she looked, lying on my bed with her matching bra and panties. I squeezed my cock in my right hand, imitating the tightness of her pussy.

Fuck.

Taking a deep breath to inhale more of her lingering scent, I began to stroke myself while thinking about Leslie. The curves of her body, the misty eyes she always has, as she moans my name, and the amazing, warm tightness between her legs.

The warm water from the shower continued to pour over my body, creating just enough lubrication for my hand to continue gliding.

After a few more strokes, my mind wandered to a scenario I’ve playing in my head more than once: filling her tight pussy with my cum.

"I’m going to fill you with my cum."

I moaned the words out as the muscles in my legs tightened while I climaxed, cumming all over the shower floor.

As soon as it was over, my entire body relaxed.

I looked at the aftermath on the shower floor, surprised that I was able to cum so quickly, and from only my imagination.

She’s got a complete hold over me.

I let out a low, defeated laugh. As hard as I tried to keep my rationality around her, she’s won every time thus far.

-

After I finished showering, I walked out to the large closet to find a set of clean clothes. But when I opened the closet, I was greeted with all of the new clothes I prepared for Leslie.

"This will take a moment to get used to," I mumbled, smiling as I opened the adjacent closet.

I picked out a slightly more casual outfit, replacing the usual button-up shirt with a black V-neck, keeping the dress pants and jacket.

Just as I finished getting dressed, Blake came back with the gift I requested.

"This was what the representative at the store chose. What do you think, sir?"

He opened the small velvet box that had the cursive ’S’ symbol of the Sophia brand and showed me the piece.

It was a beautifully crafted brooch in the shape of a butterfly. The wings consisted of many various gemstones, making it very colorful.

I looked at it briefly before nodding, "This is fine. Thanks."

It certainly wasn’t my taste. It looked either a little too childish or too grandma.

Leslie certainly wouldn’t like this.

My hand paused just before I took the box from Blake’s hand, realizing just how much I thought of Leslie.

"Sir?"

Blake’s voice brought me back to reality, "I’m heading out now. Please apologize to the CEO for me." I took the box from his hands and walked over to the elevator with a big smile on my face.

I get to see you again, Leslie.