Chapter 3 Giving Consent

"Hello, Mr Smith." Smith, who was busy talking with his colleagues, turned towards me as he heard my voice.

"Sir, it's you. Thank you so much for giving me an opportunity for a promotion." He thanked me delightfully, joyousness apparent in his voice.

"It's alright. You deserve it. I appreciate the way you work, and I'm pleased with your dedication to your work. Congratulations on the promotion." I replied nonchalantly, maintaining a formal tone of voice.

"Thank you. Sir, by the way, she is my daughter, Erika." He gestured towards his daughter, introducing her to me. She was standing beside him.

"Hi," I slightly waved my hand at her. From the look on her face, I can guess she recognized me. She would have remembered I was the same man whom she bumped with upstairs on the floor.

"Hi, I'm so sorry. I came out of the cabin without saying anything." She excused herself politely, much to my astonishment, which I found interesting.

"No, it's OK. It happens. Be cool," I responded, passing her a devilish smile. She gazed at me with an odd look on her face.

"You have both already met?" Mr. Smith asked with a surprised face.

"No, papa, we were met by mistake." She quickly interfered before her father could misunderstand the matter.

"Yes." I showed consent to her view as I said meaningfully, keeping my eyes fixed on Erika's face.

Meanwhile, someone from his colleagues called Mr. Smith. He excused himself and walked ahead, leaving us both alone.

"So, Miss Erika, what do you do?" I initiated the conversation with her.

"I'm preparing to become a chartered accountant." She responded without looking into my eyes.

"OK," I said in a deep cocky voice. My dark, lusty eyes were keeping her under their deep, penetrating gaze.

She seemed uncomfortable in my presence, and my deep stare at her was affecting her in an unknown way. That's why she didn't spare another single moment and walked away from me.

Ohh, this girl is very soft, her silky hair, her milky cheeks, her sweet voice. She is tempting me to her. I said mischievously, stroking my chin, still couldn't help myself to avert my chasing eyes from her back till the time she disappeared somewhere in the gathering.

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Erika POV

I was feeling disgusted by the scrutinizing eyes of that man who introduced himself as the boss of my father. In his presence, I wasn't getting good vibes. That's why I came to a side in a bit of a secluded area to get away from those dark and deep eyes that were chasing me everywhere I was going. It wasn't a long time since I was sitting here when that guy named Edwin spotted me sitting alone at a corner table. He approached me, offering his hand to dance with him, as it was dance time and all the couples were making moves with the music.

I had to accept his offer as he was so polite and gentle in asking me. I extended my hand to his. He pulled me with him to the dance floor. Like a professional dancer, he was urging me to dance, making movements. I was enjoying his company.

Don't know why, but I felt someone's deep eyes staring at my back and the moment I turned my head, I spotted him, eyeing in our direction. His eyes were red in fury. I don't know why he was glaring at me so furiously; his jaw looked tense. He was clenching and unclenching his fist.

Before I could avert my eyes and turn towards Edwin, I spotted him coming in our direction. He came close to us, his eyes were fixed on my hand, which was holding Edwin's hand, but very soon he averted and looked at Edwin as he voiced his words in a polite manner.

"Can I have a dance with this beautiful lady?" He asked Edwin directly, passing him a gentleman's smile. Being an employee of his company, Edwin wasn't in a position to stand against his polite request. That's why he nodded his head and said.

"Sure." With that, he moved back, and he held my hand in his tight grasp. He pulled me closer to himself, making me almost bump to his chest. My senses got alert as I wasn't getting good vibes in his proximity. Still, I didn't want to create any scene in the venue, that's why I let myself silently dance with him.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and started making circles on my back with the tip of his finger. On his act, I felt a cold chill run down my spine. I looked up at him and found his eyes staring mischievously at me.

Slowly, I raised my hands and placed them both on his chest. We started making movements with the beats of music, making both of us lose ourselves in the music and the touch of each other.

"You are beautiful." He praised my beauty, making me lower my eyes in shyness.

"Thanks." In response, I can only say a single word.

Very slowly, he started stroking his hand on my waist, now making me feel disgusted by his touch. I was getting irritated and tried to push him back, but he was damn so strong like a rock and my delicate hands were only able to push him slightly. For a moment, he loosened his touch, and I found it an opportunity to go away from him, but at the very next moment, he, once again, pulled me to himself, capturing me in his grasp.

He placed his hand on my waist and made movements to dance with me. Again, he tightened his grip around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. To save myself from bumping into him again, I placed my hands on his chest.

"Why are you running away from me, huh?" He asked mischievously with a grin on his face while keeping me under his dark, scrutinizing eyes.

"It's nothing like that. It's just that it feels odd to me," I politely explained to him.

"Who else is in your family?" He wanted to prolong the conversation with me.

"My papa and I." I kept on answering him cursorily without meeting the gaze of his eyes.

"And to you, your papa is the most important person in your life, right?" He asked, making me swirl.

"Yes, because he puts in a lot of effort and struggles to reach this position. I respect him a lot," I said, appreciation and happiness were visible in my eyes for my father.

"Good." He was staring keenly at me. He seemed interested in me. I think I made a mistake by looking into his eyes. They were so dark and deep, pulling one to themselves like a magnet. I was so lost in his eyes that I didn't notice when he leaned in close to me, hiding his face in my hair, inhaling my scent. I shuddered to my core the moment he nuzzled the tip of his nose in the crook of my neck.