The Billionaire's Destiny

"Arrgh!" Surely this day couldn't get any more frustrating... She'd already woken up late and had run into a smoking kitchen after showering to find her toast thoroughly burnt and now she just stubbed her toe on the chair while trying to wear her shoes. "Okay universe, I get you're trying to test my patience but please now is definitely not the time" she shouted whilst waving her hand to no one in particular. She left her cozy apartment with everything but a smile on her face.

She was remarkably late she knew exactly what her boss was going to say to her 'Emma Hitler you're remarkably late, would you rather I fire you or hire someone to help you hurry up" ... She knew this not because she had been late a lot of times but because she had always been early enough to witness others get roasted with the exact same words. She would have to walk down to the café on Main street today, not that it was that far, just a few blocks away. The more reason she was sure she'd get an efficient tongue lashing. ''Fancy working in a café, at least I'll get a free cup of coffee as usual, " she thought to herself . She was just as grateful as anyone in her situation would be ... a twenty-two year old with no literal social life working her ass out to make ends meet when she could as well be shaking her ass on a yacht every weekend. Well, this wasn't the time to daydream about what her life could've been like if she'd had generational wealth. She had a freaking job to get to, not to mention the fact that these shoes were definitely not made for walking .

"Hi Emma, trust me when I say you're definitely in trouble, like where the actual f*** where you and where did you leave your phone, it has been sending my calls to voicemail, some shit about you not being available. You didn't take my advice 'LET LOOSE' this seriously, did you? Oh, Emma I meant only at the cluuubb!!! Which reminds me, yesterday was lit..." Iris rattled on. Emm really didn't need to hear Iris' chatter now. Iris was a colleague of hers in the café, they'd always found a way to get along with each other for two years and hopefully counting...they understood each other and that's what mattered the most and on days when work seemed too stressful, like they always say...a little gossip wouldn't hurt."...anyways they kissed and you needed to see it, they looked like spinning the bottle didn't do enough justice to what they had been holding back, you know what yeah, I bet you they'll be walking hand in hand soon. Maybe try coming for these after-work drinks. That reminds me, I meant to tell you we had a meeting this morning that just ended a few minutes before you checked in.."

"Iris, you didn't think it would have been wiser to start with this piece of information? I appreciate it though but I'll need privacy to drink my cup of coffee, thank you" she said with a weak smile. "C'mon Emma, you can fool any other person but not me. What's with the attitude this morning, you're usually bugging for a chat while taking coffee and you seem unusually dull today".

"Sorry love, today didn't start beautifully but I guess it was wrong of me to take it out on you, I'm sorry but I really need serenity now, thank you" she said with an obviously fake smile followed by a genuine and satisfying yawn. "Hey I'm sorry to hear you're really stressed out, maybe I'll check on you later and if you need anything please don't hesitate to call me, see ya", Iris said and quickly weaved her way through already waiting customers to the back of the café. She finished her coffee as quickly as possible and just when she finally reclined into her seat to begin work for the day, she realized how wrong it was of her not to report to her boss not only for being late but for missing an important meeting she hurried to his office entrance door took a deep breath and knocked three times, waiting for the 'Come In'. She walked in to see her boss working with a lot of papers that she could tell they were bills from her standing position.

"Good morning sir, about this morning, I wanted to explain to you..." she said while thinking of the most reasonable excuse except the universe just picking on her this morning.

"Emma" he had called her in a low voice and she could not tell if it signified pity , disappointment or fury. He stood up walked round his table to her ... but she knew what was coming ,shed rehearsed this scene

"Emma Hitler you're remarkably late, should I fire you or hire someone to help you hurry up"

"Well sir if you hadn't noticed before this is my first time being late couldn't you have at least asked me what went on, if I'm ill or in or was in ER this morning but no ,you'd rather feast on your ego and show your superiority by bashing me? oh please shame on you "

"EMMA! I was asking how you were, you don't look okay and it's definitely not normal for you to be late "dragged back to reality by the words of her boss ,she replied,"Oh, Mr. Oliver I am fine I'm fine, I just wanted to apologize for my lateness and absence to the meeting. "

"Ah, the meeting. I see you've been told, well were you told of the matters discussed ?"

"No, not really sir."

"Okay, well, not to take any more of our time here, you know how we run this café and how it is sometimes rented out and used for business meetings?"

"Oh yes, but we do host these events most of the time, if I'm not mistaken sir"

"That's right Emma but this one is on quick notice . We will be receiving a really important guest and that day needs to be perfect, this particular guest is a billionaire and doesn't condone mistakes so everything from the décor down to the dishes have to be to his taste, though I doubt he will have any meal, he might even decide not to come and send his representative. All in all that day needs to be neat and I'm entrusting this duty to you to oversee the preparations, any questions?"

"Yes sir, please when exactly is this day and this billionaires name" she asked, making notes in her head.

"Do not worry yourself with names or labels. I'll forward everything you need to know, you just need to make a budget and send it to me and the day is two days from now so I would like to see that budget before ...say ten 0'clock." he said taking his seat once more.

Two days? how was she to organize everything in two days!!! .... "Now what are you still doing here? run along" said her boss looking up from his desk.

She walked down the hall to her office with her name written in small font under the label on the door with One word, No Two words on her mind...Two days...Two days ...TWO F***ING days. Did Iris know about this already ugh. She had rolled her eyes more than twice already.

Liberica coffee bean, black mugs, black tea set, dark chocolate, white ribbons, cinnamon, sheep milk(is that even a thing ) ... this certain guest just had to stress them for fun or did he really need all these, nothing as more annoying than one foolishly ugly pot-bellied billionaire throwing orders around in a café that is not his simply because he had the money. It was weird she didn't even know this person but hated him already for his choice of character. His coffee had to be custom made, as his croissants. And his drinks or whatever drinks they were to share were so expensive and she didn't even need to question why he had to make them buy German wine like what they had here wasn't quality enough, uuuggghhh she already sounded like a vain self glorious elite snub. The list and details Mr. Oliver had just made her realize that these next forty-eight hours would be the closest thing to hell she'd face, not to mention the days following The ANDREA LUCA's visit. She had a lot of work to do. After costing all these she would still have to run to the mall to get them. At the rate this was going she wasn't just a cashier anymore but also an event planner.

"Hey Donna, can you send a call through to the kitchen and bar, help me ask if they have any of these on this list, thank you dear. Hey Brian, nice of you to come in person, do you have any black cookware and tea sets in the storeroom ... okay I'll put that down and what of any table clothes and oh white ribbons? alright thank you, get ready to leave for the mall with me after work " she said and swiftly slapped on the telecomm to its position after the last call, she had a lot more to go and the fact that her tummy had been speaking to her in several ways didn't help matters oh how she wanted to cry and eat a plate of burger and fries.

"Emma" well just who could be screaming her name now and just as she spun her chair around

"Iris" she sighed "Thank heavens it's you and not another pile of work that I don't get to take a deep breath from, what's up I just remem..."

"Woah woah hold on I knew the boss was going to let you handle some of this as he mentioned in the meeting but ALL of us know that's more than they pay you for. To hell with all these' I trust you the most shit' at this point he's just using you. What is even wrong with his secretary, she just sits there all day looking pretty and by God she is pretty (sigh), but this is wrong" scolded Iris with her hands in the air.

"Iris, please I would really appreciate it if you channel all this energy into helping me pick up the waitresses' new uniforms. Is that chick fil-a bag in your hand? "her face had just lit up with glee at the sight of it.

"Yeah babe it's yours, I figured you'd be hungry and wait, why did you want to have me do that particular task? my man's finna come pick me up after work "

"Really Iris it is not that far, you and your man can pick it up together and drop it off at my place, I'd be headed to the mall with Brian to pick some things up to suit your so called billionaire's aesthetic, do you believe he's the reason the waiters and waitresses are getting a new uniform, it's absurd is it not?"

"It really isn't so bad, he has the money and he gets to spend it well. I wish I had that kind of money, I definitely won't be talking with you right now" Iris said with a sigh, "Well I really just came to hand you the chick fil- a. I would be going back now and I would help you with those dresses though. Bye for now and good luck with shopping without me"

Emma finally got back to work. She would have to close early today so she could make it to the mall before they closed up. She would make more calls and write a note to the head chef and baker in the kitchen and send money to the bartender to get the best German wine he knew of ...

Thursday, fifth of the fifth month ... a day not to be forgotten, two days ago no one would have convinced her enough that she'd pull this arrangement off. Well in actuality and if she could be honest the credit had to go to everyone else for being compliant, adjusting and really understanding. Truth be told their jobs were on the line in case if any fuck up. She had cross checked, probably over checked each department thoroughly, made sure they were standing in the right spot awaiting his arrival and now for the first time in the last two days, fifteen minutes to Mr.

Andrea Luca's visit she's actually feeling nervous, so she decided to rush to the bathroom to give herself self affirmations and touch up her makeup...

One black Toyota Supra, two black Rolls Royce, one Limo and another black Toyota Supra curving into the street and coming to a halt in front of the café announced the possible arrival of Mr. Andrea Luca. The man rushing out from the RR to open up the Limo rather confirmed his presence. The aura of a billionaire sure felt different because as Andrea stepped down from the Limo rather majestically it was obvious his presence had stirred something in the workers, they were all faced down to welcome him, he was directed to a table to sit. He spoke with Mr. Olive at length on some business matters and did thank him for the nice reception. When the time came to place an order, he insisted on taking his order by himself (not like the kitchen didn't already know what his order would be)...the night was going well as far as anyone was concerned, there had been no complaints.

Emma had missed the welcome party as she was in the bathroom. Coming out to see everyone already settled in, including her boss and his guest brought serenity to her initial anxiety. She had moved on to her cashier booth waiting to write the bill and input the day's records. She looked over to their table ...literally the only table with occupants as the whole café had been for this meeting which seemed more like a discussion dinner than an actual meeting and when she noticed Mr. Andrea's silhouette walk towards the counter to make his order and go back to his table to be served, she was mortified but kept her composure. She certainly couldn't figure out what was wrong with this man, he stated his order days before just to come here again and made his order, could he be testing their competency or was it just a rich people thing. She must have been deep in thought and she didn't notice the same silhouette she was observing closely moved towards her .

"Hi", Emma jolted and bowed her head in embarrassment to the person in front of her, "you need to tell me what caught your attention, don't you think it's a little rude to keep a customer waiting because you have other interests?"

"I am really sorry sir, how may I help you?"

"I'm here to make payment for an order ... and I insist on using card payment"

"Can I get a name for this payment..."

"Well, if you would not mind put it under the name of Mr. Andrea Luca"

"Okay if you can just wait and a waiter would bring the machine to you with your total bill, thank you sir"

"Sorry but I would decline your kind offer, I insist on paying by myself" said Andréa looking down at the five foot six figure before him. For the first time since this conversation began Emma looked up at her customer only to meet the gaze of an astonishingly handsome looking and rather young man. For some reason she had made up her mind that Mr. Andrea Luca was an old man in his late fifties but the person standing before her definitely didn't look a day over twenty-seven. His features were eye-catching, his hair, the darkest shade of coffee brown she had ever seen to match his eyebrows and long thick eyelashes that shielded the most remarkable set of blue eyes, it almost looked like his eyes had golden flecks in them. His lips the perfect shade of peach, she couldn't help thinking of how it would feel to be kissed by such lips. His skin was definitely properly taken care of and looked like he had a natural tan not to mention that he was definitely six foot five or more, that was definitely a bonus... she drank his whole appearance in...

Andrea almost couldn't believe his eyes, this petite woman before him with her blonde hair and hazel eyes and her luscious lips could be God's greatest creation. He had noticed the light make up on her face but no one, not even himself, could deny this stunning lady her accolades. He caught himself staring but he could not stop himself since her eyes had met his and literally felt like they were piercing into his soul. All composure was out the window at that point, his whole body couldn't move and yet his heart was pounding so fast, it felt like it was going to burst out soon. A whole new wave of emotions shot through him. He could tell that he was nervous, surprised, happy and over excited too. It had been a long while since he felt something like this, hell! he wasn't sure he had felt all these together before ...

Everyone in the room seemed to have seen or rather felt the tension between the both of them, especially Mr. Oliver since he had been waiting for Andréa to make his way back to the table. He hated to have to be the one to separate them but..."Oh give me a second, I am almost done" heaven knows that if Oliver had not called his name at that point he would have continued staring.

As though all consciousness came back to her just now, Emma remembered her duty, she finished summing up his bills and said the usual," Thank you for patronizing Ollie's café, have a nice day" with a smile of course, while Andrea just replied with a nod.

The dinner was quick to come to an end. Moments after that and everyone could finally get a share of well deserved rest. But can you call it rest if something or someone kept plaguing your mind and infiltrating your thoughts?

It had been two days since his visit to the café. Ever since the eye contact between him and that girl, whatever her name was, Andrea was genuinely disturbed, it was like she was everywhere with every little thing reminding him of her hazel eyes. He knew what it felt like to be haunted by beauty, perhaps this feelings would elude him once he has had his way with her, she did look somewhat interested in him too. She was gorgeous.

On the other hand, Iris had been buzzing around Emma to tell her what actually happened.

"Listen Emma I just think its funny that after organizing everyone and everything, you were the one who appeared to fuck up a bit. Tell me, TELL ME! What really happened? I could see a lot of sexual tension from way across the room, I can't even make this up cause everyone saw it too, Boss himself had to come ease up the tension a little bit and drag his guest away from you" teased Iris.

Iris, it is not what any of you think you saw that was going on there I promise you 'The Billionaire Andrea would rather chew on a black ribbon than notice someone like me " said Emma.

"But he did notice you, do you know how long you guys stood like that looking at each other or rather STARING? It was six fucking minutes. You need to start taking credit for how beautiful you actually are and stop being so modest about it"

"Okay, so he noticed me and so what, he didn't say much though except for anything regarding bills, girl he did not even ask for my name, how is anything meant to work out?" she had finally voiced out the question that she had asked herself too.

"Hey, It'll be fine but one thing I know is that this dude knows how to get exactly what he wants in the exact way he wants it, so if he wants you he would definitely get you. The question is, do you want him too? inquired Iris with her brow eye bulging . Her eyes usually did that whenever she was excited.

"Yes I do, I mean who would not, did you see him? He was like an Egyptian God. Iris please do not get my hopes up, as I am begging myself not to do the same thing"

"Anyway you can calm down, if talking about him makes you nervous in that way then let's talk about something else, although maybe this piece of information may sound good to you" said Iris.

"Please what information, I sincerely hope it doesn't involve me making another set of plans and instructions or organizing another event at the expense of my peace of mind" whined Emma with an extensive eye roll

"Well your boy is having another meeting with the boss probably two days from now or even tomorrow not at the café this time though." Iris pointed out,"I believe it will be held in the hotel down fifth street." She took out her phone to be accurate, "Oh it's tomorrow to be precise and guess who has a work free day tomorrow, me and you."

"Iris you know what my answer would be, I'm really not interested in such an occasion, I don't even know if I have a dress befitting for the occasion." Not to mention the fact that Andrea was going to be there in flesh and blood, just now as she thought of him, she could feel goosebumps creep up her upper arm. Iris would not understand ,she had always been confident and had a normal life but she couldn't build a social life that she never learned to have. She had always been a school girl and just when she had the opportunity to live a little, death robbed her of her father, leaving her with a lot of responsibilities. The most important being to take care of her mother who couldn't handle her father's death well. It was this situation that brought her to the café even after having a degree in accounting from Stanford, she had to be close to home and she was content with the pay. She couldn't ask for more.

From the look on Emma's face Iris had already known her thoughts. "Listen Emma you need to acknowledge the fact that whatever happened isn't your fault and that you deserve a lot more than you think. Your family is lucky to have you and as much as it is your responsibility to take care of your mum, it is her responsibility to let you live your life." She said while walking closer to Emma, she put a hand on her shoulder and said, "You've lived to please others and worked hard more than anyone I know, you owe this to yourself to be happy". Emma thought it through for a while and even she couldn't deny the fact that Iris was right but she still couldn't make spontaneous plans so she told her that she would think about it knowing that Iris would understand not to bother her again.

He had been staring at her from across the room, her heart in her hand as he walked through the dance floor to meet her. His left hand holding the small of her back as he drew her closer to him with a gentle nudge. He leaned in for a kiss, his right hand travelling from her back to her neck until he cupped her chin, his fingers trailed lines over her lips and when she could not take the torture anymore she lifted herself up on her toes to meet his kiss, her lips were just as hungry as his but they started a slow dance on each others lips taking time to learn every corner until she heard her name ever so faintly, she was sure it wasn't this man because he didn't know her name but someone was definitely calling EMMA!

"Child, you are still asleep. You would be late again today, wouldn't you?" said her mum standing by her room door. She turned to her side and said with a drawl ,"No mum, I have the day off."

"Oh that's wonderful, do you have any plans for today or just sitting at home with your nose in a book that we both know you do not read." She looked at her in a concerned way. "Emma, I know you feel the need to look after me 24/7 but I assure you I'm better than you think." Emma looked up to talk and saw her mum's cheeks light up and she knew something was up so she waited for her mum to open up. "Emma I have a friend or at least I think so."

"Mum" she exclaimed dramatically with her hand covering her mouth as she sat up on her bed and gave her a reassuring smile. "Spill the tea."

"Okay, there's someone I have been talking to. Mr. Smith from across the street, he's a handsome elderly man and sure knows how to dress. He keeps fit, I know this because I watch him jog every morning, we've waved to each other occasionally and I invited him to dinner tonight, what do you think?". Seeing her mother this way brought realization to her and she knew if not for anything she had to give them their space. She told her mum that she was okay with her decision and she wouldn't be disturbing her that night. She made up her mind to go to the dinner tonight with Iris and have fun, so she placed a call through to Iris to tell her of her recent plans and get info on where they should meet so they could go to the venue together. As much as the thought of what she was going to wear plagued her, something disturbed her even more... the dream she just had and how much she wanted it to come true tonight.

She had done her hair in a different way that night, she had it up like the French ladies. The pins sure were a lot of discomfort but they suited her and gave her a lot of confidence, enough confidence to wear the short red dress that had been sitting or rather hanging pretty in her closet since last year. She hadn't ever been to an occasion that made her feel the need to dress up. She went with her usual light makeup except this time she did add more blush and a cherry lipstick to match her dress. She could count this as the seventh time she had looked at herself in her mirror and asked herself if she actually knew what she was doing. When she felt she was ready she put on her perfume and got ready to leave.

She kissed her mom on her cheek, told her to have fun and left abruptly. She got to their meeting place to see Iris there already.

"Hey, I was just about to call you to know if you had bailed on me, Oh my God you look so different today, is this you wearing the typical thirst trap dress? Girl, you took this to a whole new level. It was almost difficult to recognize you for a second there." Said Iris bursting with excitement.

"Let's just go please, before I lose all interest, I hope you have called an Uber already."

"Oh well if you say so, but let's take a picture, our ride is already here though," said Iris .

They took pictures and got to their destination after about fifteen minutes. But by the time they got there the place was already buzzing with a lot of activities, it seemed like they had just made it in time to the after party. There was a lot of noise so they decided to go to the bar to get drinks.

"Excuse me, can I have one mojito and a pineapple cocktail for my friend here,"said Iris to the bartender. They looked around finding where to fit in or someone to match their vibe though Iris was already checking out the bartender. The DJ was doing a splendid job keeping the vibes in the room. The dance floor was already occupied with people that looked like they were having fun. Emma could sit down at the bar all night and be content with seeing other people do things she wasn't sure she was confident enough to do. Except for the fact that the drinks weren't coming and they had placed their order probably ten minutes ago or even more. The waiters seemed to be so busy doing one thing or the other and they kept on placing more orders for the VIP's which obviously kept the bartender on his toes.

Iris on the other hand was almost pissed off, she really needed the mojito to kick into her system and get rid of any anxiety she might have. She turned to Emma just as she said to her, "It seems everyone is too busy to attend to us". She was thinking the exact same thing and was trying her best to give Emma a possible explanation to keep her there.

The evening had been so busy for Andrea, he had shaken a lot of hands and received a lot of congratulations on the opening of his new club. This after party was supposed to be him having fun with a lot of ladies and nothing else, probably a drink here or there but he needed to be sober. There was nothing much, the ladies were dancing in the VIP lounge where he was but he seemed to be distracted by something else- someone else. He had scanned the room in expectancy all night but whatever he was looking for seemed to elude him until he noticed the small figure at the bar. She seemed to be in high spirits today and in a very seductive red dress but he didn't mind being the object of her seduction. Before he could think twice about what he was going to do, he walked across the room towards the figure that captivated him, he lifted her up from her chair and swirled her into a dance on the dance floor he placed his left hand on her back and with his right hand he pulled her into him and eased her into a slow dance to match the music that was playing. It was 'Fire on fire' by Sam Smith.

Emma was stunned, too stunned to speak. Infact, she just obliged to whomever this man was that had swirled her to the dance floor. He smelled so nice and masculine, all she could do was bury her face on his chest. To be honest she just didn't have the guts to look someone with such a perfect build in the eye. This man could be the man of her dreams and she could not afford to let any mistakes spoil this moment that she wished would last forever. She subconsciously danced to the tune and followed his steps. It was more like he was guiding her to dance. The man towering above her was gentle and just when she felt she had control and composite over herself he whispered something in her ear that she could only make out as, "You wanted this all evening didn't you." She shook her head in disagreement subconsciously but he continued with, "You wore this dress to tempt me, you called for me without words and even now you know what you are doing, you have been taunting me all evening." The voice sounded familiar in its richness and deepness. She looked up to meet the eyes she had dreamed of not so long ago. She was distracted and lost a step that almost got her to the floor. Andrea caught her and for what seemed like hours, he held her in that position somewhat forcing her to look into his eyes much longer. He put her on her feet and apologized for causing any embarrassment while reassuring her of how safe she was with him. Funny enough she didn't need his words to describe to her how she felt in his arms or how good his arms felt on her body. She nodded speechlessly and continued dancing with him. During their second dance, an usher walked up to them with a tray of drinks and Emma could not refuse, at least not in Andrea's presence, she had to show him how tough her liquor was and she couldn't bear to show any hint of weakness. She gulped the drink just the way Andrea gulped his and when he asked if she was sure she could still dance she invited him to the dance floor this time around. No one, not even him, could mess with her pride and even though she was beginning to feel light headed, it did not matter as long as she was dancing with him. As they swirled and danced Andrea noticed Emma loosen up and become a little bit heavier in his arms with every turn. Emma didn't really have an idea of whatever was going on in the room, she was only aware when Andrea put her hands over his shoulder and pulled her in. By God how he loved the way she just rested on him, he knew she was probably wasted but he felt that for her to lean on him in such a manner meant she trusted him. But she was also heavy and he took this as a sign to retire to his hotel room because he could not trust her to get home safely.

He looked around for the other girl he saw her with and she was obviously busy with someone else that seemed to be carrying her out of the club. He signaled for one of his bodyguards to carry her to his apartment while he quickly followed closely behind. He could not beat to take his eyes off her for even a second. When they got to the apartment, Andrea dismissed the bodyguard, took her into his arms and carried her to the bed, just as he lay her on the giant king sized bed, her eyes fluttered.

He thought she was going to awaken immediately but it seemed the bed was probably too inviting to her exhausted body. He kept staring at the figure laying on his bed and could not believe his luck but then, he was Andrea Luca, he always got what he wanted, but THIS, this was the fucking jackpot. Whatever he wanted to do was going to wait, the last thing he was going to do was take advantage of a drunk lady. He got up and took off his suit, took a shower and put on his drawers. He checked the time twenty-five minutes to eleven. He wanted- needed to sleep so badly but he had to look after her. With every flutter of his eyelids, he begged his brain to stay awake but his body thought otherwise so he fell asleep there on the chair by the bedside.

It was dark when Emma woke up, she felt a sting by the left side of her forehead. This room looked strange. She looked around taking it in slowly. Black sheets on a black mattress, a black drawer with white handles, the room was obviously someone else's. She looked to her right and she was startled for a moment. Of course a room like this would only belong to Mr. Andrea Luca, every event of the evening which led to her being here suddenly flashed through her memory. Oh God, how bad she must have looked, when was the last time she had a drink for one glass to knock her out. She needed to have her bath and get out of this dress, so she searched around for something she could wear after her shower, all she saw was Andrea's shirt and she thought to herself that he wouldn't mind. So she quietly tiptoed to the bathroom with his shirt in her hand and began to shower.

The sound of running water woke him up, and someone was using his bathroom. He scanned the room and his eyes met the red dress that had taunted him all evening on the floor beside the bathroom door. He knew who was in his bathroom now and a smile crawled up his chin. He would be patient. So he sat up on his chair and waited.

Emma dried up her body and wrapped her hair in a towel she found. She brushed her teeth with his toothbrush hoping he would not notice the next day. She stepped out of the bathroom and was ruffling the towel through her hair when she noticed Andrea staring right at her. She stood there transfixed at the intensity of his gaze. He was standing up, walking towards her now.

Andrea knew he told himself that he would be patient, but he couldn't stop himself when he saw her emerge from the bathroom. His gaze was fixated on her and the way she was drying her hair was so captivating. He stood up and walked towards her, the surprised expression on her face made it look more appealing. He stopped moving only when he was a few feet away from her. When he took his fill of looking at her, he asked her, "Are you feeling better now?" She nodded, hung the towel up and moved away two strides to the left and swayed a bit, so he moved to hold her.

"Emma you're not ok" he said with a concerned look.

"But I am fine"

"Let me put you to bed", he said as he lifted her up as though she was light as a feather, carried her to the bed and laid her down. Her eyes had been fixed on his throughout the process.

"But I don't want to lie down," she said almost in a whisper.

"Pardon?"he said, lowering his head to hear her.

"I said that I don't want to lie down",she said exhaling, only then did she realize how long she had been holding her breath.

"What do you want?"he asked in the same position.

"I want to thank you but I don't know how". She whispered into his ear

"You can kiss me, Miss...?" he said, his hand on her chin.

"Emma, my name is Emma" she said as she brushed her lips against his

With a low moan Andrea pressed his lips to hers inviting her into his kiss, she gave in finally and opened her mouth. Their lips joined as though they were shaped for each other. It was a soft kiss, a thank you kiss. She opened her eyes and reluctantly separated herself from him. She opened her eyes and said, "Thank you Mr. Andrea", and turned to her side to sleep.

"No", said Andrea between deep breaths "You don't get to do that". He turned her to face him again.

"Sorry?", said Emma pretending not to understand

"What was that kiss for?" asked Andrea

"For dancing with me and getting me safe"

"That figures" he said pulling her up to face him and started trailing kisses up her arm all the while looking at her eyes

"You haven't thanked me for letting you sleep on my bed... kiss... use my shower... kiss... you smell like me so I'm guessing my wash soap too... kiss ... and hell woman", he said taking a deep breath and caressing her neck with the stubble of his beard,"...my shirt and I heard you brush your teeth so I'm guessing my toothbrush too", he kiss her temple tilted her chin up, his lips directly above hers, he brushed her lips and said in a husky tone, "Now thank me properly". His mouth lingered over hers momentarily. When Emma let out a moan, Andrea couldn't hold on any longer, he crashed his lips down on hers and what seemed like an electrifying kiss ensued. The feelings that overwhelmed her the moment their lips touched were unexplainable. Her heart seemed to be beating almost out of her chest, she could not stop her chest from heaving so much. His head kept telling him this wasn't real but her body felt every shock wave that came with every touch, every caress. His hands kept traveling and she wanted him to feel every part of her. When his hand left her waist to the back of her neck, she found her hands guiding his hand back to her waist and guiding to her breasts. His lips, oh his lips had a magic to them, they sent a lot of sensations that she wasn't sure her brain could comprehend right now. She could not think, she gave in and let out a moan as Andrea kissed the top of her breasts. She covered her mouth with her free hand as her other hand was placed on his head, raking through his hair and pulling his head down towards her. Her lips shuddered with every syllable that her mouth uttered. She bit down on her lower lip to lessen the shudder, he was saying something but she wasn't really interested in listening. Until he slightly bit her nipple and with his tongue he soothed the spot again and she let out a moan.

"You didn't hear me dear, I said I want to hear you thank me" he said with his breath on her breasts, he nibbled on her other nipple and she let out another shudder.

"Thank you Andrea" she said in an almost whisper in between heavy breaths.

"I can't hear you, Emma", he said, nibbling and rolling his tongue again. She stifled a scream and bit down on her lip. "You can't thank me with your mouth closed, can you?"

"Thank you Andrea" she could feel his right hand moving down her belly, caressing every curve leaving her body aching for more. His other hand was cupping one breast while his mouth feasted on the other one. And his right hand was moving... below her belly button, it lingered on her waist line, sculpted her hips and was trailing imaginary lines on her thighs now. He only lifted his mouth to ask.

"For what Emma, what are you thanking me for?" his eyes didn't leave her face for a second even as he went back to work on her breast.

"For... um for letting me use your shower and letting me sleep on y.." she let out a loud moan as she couldn't finish her sentence. Andrea's hand was no longer trailing lines; it was in-between her thighs and oh the things that it was doing to her. She couldn't think at all, heaven knows she didn't even want to think. And she didn't want him to stop so with every stroke his fingers made she arched her back to meet it. He made sure to urge her with the intensity of his strokes and the kisses he was placing on every place his hands had been. She covered her mouth with her hand again when his hand was replaced with his mouth, her brain wanted to object but her legs were wrapped around him, driving him in and her hand was gripping his hair- guiding it. Infact, she knew whatever she felt was ecstasy. His hands, fingers, mouth and tongue were no doubt magical. After a few more strokes she couldn't hold back and pulled him up to kiss him. She shuddered from the orgasm and held onto him for a while. He rocked her back and forth, put away the hair on her face and kissed her again. When she had gotten herself, she said, "Thank you Mr. Andrea for everything."

She could not comprehend whatever just went on between the both of them, this was the closest thing to ecstasy she had felt in a long long time. She just lay there in his arms trying to arrange whatever was left of her clothing to cover herself up. The grip around her tightened.

"Don't you think it is a little bit late for any act of modesty, sweetheart" said Andrea as his hand explored her back in circles. "It may seem like blackmail but you still have a favor to repay me Emma."

Emma turned to face him quickly with a surprised expression on her face she thought 'what could he be conjuring in his head' with one little movement Andrea pulled her even closer till every inch of her body was touching his, then he moved, he rocked his lower body into her lower back making her gasp as she felt the evidence of his need. She stiffened her back but he rocked against her even more, slowing down with every thrust. She couldn't help but arch her back to meet him whenever he was a second slower.

"You did not thank me for making you cum", He knew how to make her hungry for him, he wanted her to beg him but she could not succumb, she placed her hand in-between them and while arching her back, she rubbed her palm against the length of him. She would make him ask for more. She stroked his hard length over and over again, swirling her hands in circular motion. His inward grunts and moans told her that he wanted more but she needed to hear him say it. She turned to face him stopping any contact their bodies had. She saw him open his eyes and look at her in what looked like confusion, anguish and for a moment she thought she saw pleasure in his eyes. His gaze darkened as he bent to kiss her. His kiss was different, it was demanding even needy.

"Emma why did you stop", he asked while breathing heavily

"I want you to ask me, tell me what you want", she turned and resumed pressing her ass against his cock. He circled his hand round her waist and onto her and pressed against her ass so she could feel his hard length. "Tell me Andrea, show me the proper way to thank you and don't forget to ask nicely".

"Make me cum, Emma". He groaned as she moved against him again.

"Ask nicely ", said Emma taunting him with every movement she made, reminding him of what he had to lose or gain.

"Please", he grunted out.

That was all she needed to hear before she started kissing and caressing his body. She started out from his lips and placed kisses on the fine lines of his face, then his ear and temple, the whole time her hands explored his broad back. She only removed her hands to place them on his chest urging him to lay on his back. She kissed everywhere her hand touched and as she did her hands went lower – his lower belly was taut and even stiffened when she kissed him. There, his moans were even louder and almost persuasive as she kissed him directly below his belly and finally on the V-shaped tunnel leading to his drawers. She looked up at him, smiled and went down on her knees, taking off his drawers was not a problem as they seemed to slip out of their position, she looked at his length and looked up at him again with the same look of surprise. He looked proud of his member and nudged her towards himself with his hand. She kissed the crown of his cock and at that moment the way he rolled his eyes and pulled her up for a kiss was so surprising- too surprising that she lost her footing and fell into his embrace. He kissed her with demand.

"Emma I want you, do you want me?" asked Andrea in a low husky voice rubbing his hand against her belly and bellow. He let his hands explore the warmth of her insides once more. Emma wanted to think but she could not. Her body required satisfaction. "Emma, I can feel the very evidence of your need", he said breathing against her ear. "But I need to know, do you want me?"

"Yes", it came out as a very weak sound with a shudder in response to his magical hands.

That was all the consent he needed to ease both their pains. "I've been wanting to be like this with you all evening, hell, since I met you at that café, you're more than I imagined". He lay her down, took off every piece of clothing between them. He looked at her fully drowning in her beauty. "You are beautiful Emma, breathtakingly so". He kissed her again before slowing down to put his member into her. Her moans were perfect and synchronized with every thrust. Their bodies intertwined like they were made to fit each other. They built up a rhythm together and climbed towards climax. The feel of his cock throbbing in her insides made her tighten even more. And when they came, they did it together.

Her ecstatic screams and his moans and groans built up a harmony only them could understand. She could have sworn that they both died cause they tasted heaven together and came back together. They drowned in each other's kisses. They didn't seem to get enough.

"No Andrea, you are perfect", said Emma with a yawn. She was exhausted and sleep had finally come to her. She nuzzled up in Andrea's arms as he kissed her goodnight. She couldn't wait for what the next day would hold but she was grateful for this day. The thought of Andrea was the last thing on her mind as she fell asleep...