Chapter 4 The Knight and his Prize

I moved my eyes to my savior, and I was stunned by the figure in front of me. You already guessed right, it was no one other than Mr. Trevor Reynolds.

His face was mirroring the same expression on my face. Shock. And something more in his eyes. Relief?

"What are you doing here, and why are you dressed like that?" He asked, gesturing at the two-piece donning my body. The clothes weren't exactly goody two shoes-like, as expected, it was a flimsy, cropped polo shirt with an extremely short, flared tennis skirt.

"Uhm- because I work here?"

"Is he your boyfriend?" He asked again, emphasizing 'he'. Mr. Brunette looked uncomfortable and winded from the tight hold on him. The fingers wrapped around his neck would leave the skin red, brutally red.

"Leave him alone, you're going to kill the man!" I yelled, the poor man was struggling against Mr. Reynolds' tight grip, but he didn't yield, choking the life out of the brunette.

"Who is he? Answer me, damn it!" He roared, I rushed towards his side, pulling his hand away from the brunette's neck, but Mr. Reynolds wasn't having any of it, it practically triggered him to choke the man harder.

"Stop it! Just stop it! If he were my boyfriend, he wouldn't dare to raise his hand on me, logic man!"

He breathed a relief sigh and released the man from his hold. Without dwelling further on what happened, the brunette scurried away, leaving his friends to fend for themselves.

The other guys sat there, wide-eyed, aware of everything but completely mute.

"Aren't you going to run after him, get out!" Mr. Reynolds yelled at the poor guys. Funny, I really liked Desmond, the only problem was the asshole company he called friends.

"That was rude!" I deadpanned immediately after the guys left.

"I don't care, now. Why were you arguing with him?" he asked. I noticed he had changed into another business suit, the same color, black, and they fitted him perfectly as before.

He removed his suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his crisp shirt, revealing toned forearms. A silhouette of a man grabbed the piece of clothing from his waiting hand, probably his bodyguard.

"I'm waiting," He tsked, his inviting lips curling into a smirk.

"Last time I checked, you weren't my father. Why are you here? Are you trailing me now?" I shot back, glancing around. What were the odds we'd both end up in the same place? New York is a vast city.

As he leaned closer, a deep, warm chuckle rumbled from his chest, sending a delightful shiver down my spine. His eyes sparkled with mischief, crinkling at the corners, and I couldn't help but notice how they gleamed like polished silver under the soft glow of the lights.

"Trail you? Goodness, I'm a businessman. Why would I trail you when I can just have my men bring you to me? You think too highly of yourself, Miss... what was it again?" he said, his voice smooth and playful, the words flowing effortlessly as if he were weaving a spell around me.

"You're one to talk," I snapped, "and very rich coming from you. And it's Alessia, that's my name."

"Your temper is amusing," he replied, pulling me closer to his side. "Let's dance so you can let off some steam; it's unhealthy, Alessia." He breathed my name, the faint scent of alcohol wafting from him. That explained it - he had been drinking.

"Okay," I replied, the words tumbling out before my mind could register what I was agreeing to.

His hand trailed to my waist, leaving tingles everywhere he touched. He grabbed my waist softly and we both swayed along to the music. His hypnotic silver orbs took all my sanity with them, entrancing me with their mysterious magic. His fingers lightly brushed my nape, and he moved further, slightly grazing my nipples. He grabbed a cup in his hand and pinched the nipple. This was too much for me, all the nerves in my body came alive. Vividly, aware of my surroundings and the man in front of me, my senses decided to abandon me, I pushed my chest towards him, yearning for his sweet torture. He took it as a sign of consent and withdrew his hand from my breast, I let out a cry of disappointment. He chuckled under his breath, trailing his fingers to the top of my skirt, before he could slip his hand into my skirt, I - I came.

Oh my God! What the fuck just happened?

"Stop, we shouldn't be doing this. You'll get me fired!" I said agitatedly, after only recovering my senses from the climax. I couldn't believe I did that. He spun me around and breathed on my neck.

"It's my club and I won't terminate your employment...," He whispered, I couldn't catch the last word he said before the music buried it, but it sounded like unkept or not yet. Nevertheless, I brushed it off.

"Of course, it's your club," I said.

"You're not surprised?" He asked, pausing his steps, leaving me to completely stay still. "Am I supposed to be?" I retorted back.

"I figured you'd leave when you learn your nemesis is your boss,"

I laughed, "You're not my nemesis, I don't even know who you are."

"Then let's dance to our heart's content," He breathed down my neck, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.

That was no dance, that was pent-up sexual exploration. "You're drunk, I can't do this," I said briskly.

"Why?" He asked, staring at me with his alluring eyes. His eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, and no doubt, the most beautiful thing I liked besides his butt.

"It's risky," I replied. I wanted to say, you're risky because he was.

"You're no fun, Alessia," He mumbled.

"I'm just smart and cautious," I removed his hand that gripped my waist tightly and was reluctant to let go. "Thank you for saving me, but I could've done that myself,"

"But you didn't," He clicked his teeth.

"I was about to, but you jumped in out of the blue." I blatantly lied through my teeth. His eyes flashed amusement, "It's fine Alessia,"

"Since I just discovered you are my boss, is it okay to call in sick?" I asked, daring him to say otherwise.

"Sure, especially with the stunt you pulled earlier, my driver can drop you." He joked. It was fun to see another side of him, but I knew it was the alcohol talking.

"No, thank you, you've done a lot already. I'll leave now."

Grateful, he didn't notice my embarrassment.