Chapter 6 Seducing The CEO

Grant

My office door opened twice-first gently, then harder. The second push told me it was Mark.

He had the biggest issue with my so-called future wife. But the entire situation was starting to amuse me. I chuckled as I sat.

"You're laughing? This is funny to you?" Mark's sharp voice cut through the room. His eyes stayed glued to his phone, fingers flying. I didn't bother answering.

"I don't think it's that deep, you can date it's not a problem, I will even let you both have an affair" Aria murmured, settling into the chair across from me.

"You think so? I am not interested in Grant, I have a girlfriend" Mark snapped, finally looking at her. "You have no idea how fast rumors spread! How did you even-" He cut himself off, exhaling sharply. "How the hell did I trust Felix? Should've known better. Now look at this mess."

Shoving his phone into his pocket, he paced like a caged animal before storming out, not even glancing at me.

The weight of his choices had finally caught up to him, if only he didn't suggest hiring an actress in the first place.

"I didn't publish it," Aria said softly, her gaze on me as I powered up my computer. I didn't reply her.

I felt her eyes on me, but I ignored them. Or tried to. She wasn't the easiest person to ignore, she seemed to command attention.

My screen blurred, my thoughts scattered between work and her.

"You're my husband anyway," she murmured, voice teasing. "I wouldn't hurt you. I won't create scandals for you"

I looked up and she met my gaze with a smile-slow, taunting, daring.

Then I felt it. A featherlight touch against my leg.

My gaze dropped. Her foot was sliding up my thigh slowly towards my crouch.

I swallowed lightly

When I looked back at her, her smile had deepened. Aria was a storm I wasn't sure I wanted to get caught in.

"What do you want?" My voice came out low, controlled.

She withdrew her leg, slow and deliberate. Standing, she shifted just enough for the light to catch the smooth curve of her thigh beneath the short flare of fabric.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

She perched on my desk, her jacket framing her body, the fabric straining slightly. Just enough.

Her perfume lingered between us, heady and sweet.

"You should've asked me that earlier," she said, crossing her legs in front of me. Slow. Purposeful. "I don't like the silent treatment."

She was trying to seduce me, I raised a brow, unmoved.

She leaned in, close enough that I felt the warmth of her breath.

"Let's get married. Your family already approves."

"You call that approval?"

"What else would you call it?"

"Are you in debt?"

"Isn't everyone?"

"How much?"

For a second, her playful mask slipped.

Then, just as quickly, she recovered, lips curving. "You know, baby," she purred, "I'm just as greedy as anyone. I want it all-you, the money, everything."

She bent forward slightly, her chest dipping into view. My gaze flickered before locking back onto her face.

"That's not good," I said flatly.

"You think?"

With effortless ease, she slid onto my lap.

Her lips brushed my ear, her voice softer now. "Just for a few years."

"You expect me to make you rich in that few years?"

She tilted her head, fingers tracing light patterns on my hand.

"I'm providing a service too," she whispered. "Your father wants you married, and-well-you don't seem interested in fixing that."

She was good.

Every move measured.

Every glance a trap and damn, she is attractive and if i was just anyone, i would have folded.

"I don't need the service," I said, my voice cutting through the moment.

"I like stubborn, sexy men," she smirked. "I'm persistent."

"i doubt you can handle this one"

For a flicker of a second, her confidence wavered as I raised an eyebrow. A tiny crack in her perfect act.

I took my time to shake her, to pay her back for being sexy in front of me, I slid my hands to her waist, fingers brushing the bare skin under her jacket, pulling her closer.

Her breath hitched.

I leaned back, forcing her to adjust, her balance shifting.

Fingers grazing her jaw, I tilted her face toward mine. She stilled, breathing uneven.

The tension crackled and she pulled even closer to me, like she wanted me

"I work here, Can''t be caught in this position" I murmured

I pulled back.

She stumbled to her feet, the moment shattered.

Her face darkened.

She stared at me defiantly.

I smirked. This was far too entertaining.

Without a word, she grabbed her bag and walked to the couch.

Standing by the window, her back to me, she finally spoke.

"Let's get married, or I'll keep following you-your work, your home, everywhere."

"You can't, You're only here because I allowed it,"

.

She turned, eyes burning. I only winked at her and returned to my computer.

My leg bounced, missing the warmth that had been in my lap just moments ago.

"I'll do whatever you want," she said, voice softer now. Determined.

"You don't have to." I glanced up. "Just tell me how much you need, how much you owe in debt. I'm feeling generous today."

She tilted her head, her smile slow, knowing.

"You, your name, and a little of your money, that's what i need"

"That's suspicious."

"The Pembroke name opens doors. I need the connections too."

I nodded. "I'm not eager to hand over my surname."

"That's selfish," she muttered.

"Is it?"

"I'll do everything you want," she pressed.

"Like?" I leaned back. "Have six babies in five years? become my mother's doll"

"What?"

"I thought you said you'd do anything."

"How am I supposed to have six babies in five years?

"Squeeze in twins somewhere."

"You're ridiculous."

"You said my parents approved. These expectations come with approval."

She scoffed. "I'll try my best."

I smirked. "You can't be serious. Go home, Aria. I'll handle my own problems. You take care of yours."

"I won't cause you any problems," she stepped closer, eyes locked onto mine. "I really won't."

Her determination was overwhelming.

And if I was honest, there was no escaping my father's plans. Not anymore, maybe, just maybe, i could work thing out with Aria.

"You'll do anything I want?" I tested.

"I'll do my best," she shot back, "if you give me all the liberties of being your wife."

"No. There will be restrictions. I can't trust you."

"Restrictions?"

"rules"

"Nope." She folded her arms. "I didn't beg just to be restricted. I'm your wife. I can do whatever I want."

"You're nobody to me, Aria." I shut my computer.

A knock at the door. Mark entered, looking grim. "It's almost time. I brought the Cullinan."

I nodded. "Send Aria off, Mark."

His jaw tightened as he turned to her.

She only smirked, taunting him.

I walked out, her voice following me.

"I'll be back tomorrow."

"I'll have security lock you out," Mark muttered.