Chapter 11: Rain Of Torture

Leslie's P.O.V.

"Hello?"

"Sorry to disturb u, I know it's a Sunday but am I'm in trouble and need your help."A familiar baritone voice says.

"Oh, It's you"Damn it , why did did he have to call.

Does he want to apologise again for the kiss!

I hate it when I overthink things.

"Yeah, it's me" He laughed softly. "Am kind of in a bind and need your assistance!

I slumped onto my bed sighing out heavily. I guess he isn't affected by the kiss like I was. "What's the problem?"I slumply say.

"Am meeting a potential buyer and maybe shareholder if things go right. I totally forgot to bring some of the information and proposals which is quite important for this meeting. I don't have time to go to the office to get the information, Can you do me a huge favor and run by the office and bring them to my penthouse?" He rushed the words out. "I'm running stupidly fucking late because my alarm didn't go off, and I'm basically going to the airport to meet them, they changed the location of the meeting.

"Uh... Okay. When do you need them?"

"In the next thirty minutes."

I looked down at my wet, towel-clad body thankfully I'd already taken my bath. "All right.

Can you do it?

I made a noise that sounded vaguely like a starving raccoon before ultimately giving in."Yeah I can, besides we live in the same building so am pretty sure it won't be that hard."I say dryly.

"You're the best."He hung up before I could say goodbye.

Am the best!

Is this normal?

How can you kiss someone and pretend it didn't happen"I said angrily huffing.

If that's how he wants to play it, fine!

I quickly set to getting ready, stopping long enough only to pull my thick hair into a messy ponytail and do something with the mess that were my eyebrows.

Oh, and lipstick.

I put on a tank top and some shorts.

I rushed out and grabbed a taxi climbed in and made my way to the office. It seem kinda freaky being here before eight and working hours when Main Street was all but dead.

I pulled up the key. Damien's text also details what information he wants for his meeting so I knew exactly where to find it. It didn't take me long to get into his office and find the folder .

Snatching it up, I headed back out, locking the door behind me, and returned to the taxi waiting outside for me It took just a ten-minute drive from the office to the house.

The drive out to the house was pleasant and quiet. I didn't get stuck in any traffic.

The houses around were all big beautiful, and obviously stinking of money I didn't have and never would have. The yards were all perfectly trimmed and landscaped, completely beautiful and dreamy. 

Weird to describe one as dreamy, I know, but whatever.

I pulled up on the curb in front of the penthouse. Looking at the building from down here made realize somethings. Damien and I can never be in each others level.

So it's time to forget about that damn kiss!

I paid for the taxi ride and rush into the building determined to forget about franternizing with my boss. 

No mixing business with pleasure.

The last time I'd seen him, I'd kissed him.

This wasn't going to be awkward at all.

I hope!

I climbed up the elevator and went up to his place. Stepping out of the elevator I stepped into his house.

"Hi , It's Leslie. I have the info you wanted," I called, hovering in the hallway. There was no answer,so I called out his name.

Nothing. 

Hmm, where is he?

Hesitantly, I moved through into the rooms. I walked through a tastefully decorated large living room in dark and gray, then peeked into a home study or should I say office that was about as tidy and large as his actual office. 

I left the office and went in search of him moving into a sleek, black kitchen.

Damn!

This place is every inch the bachelor pad, wasn't it? Would I stumble upon a Christian Grey-esque red room on my way through the property? 

Ohhhh, spooky!

I took a breath and turned.

And found Damien!

My boss.

In front of the fridge.

Wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist.

Oh Sweet Cheese! 

Giving me a damn good view of his body. There were abs for days, and those pecs. 

OH MY GOD!

Someone hold me, or am going to crawl up on him like a starving racoon and finish him like his the last slice of pizza on Earth.

I panick about the fact my boss is basically naked in front of me. 

I shrieked, jumping back and turning around, almost tossing myself into a door as I did so. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry." 

There was a breathy chuckle from behind me. "Sorry. I didn't know you'd be here this quickly."

"You told me it was an emergency," I said to the door in front of me. "So I hurried."

Cameron laughed. "Come on. Turn around. I promise I won't let the towel drop." 

Haha ha, someone finding this funny .

He laughed out loud.

"I won't-maybe that's not a good idea after all ." 

"Leslie, all you have to do is turn around and give me the folder, and then you can run out of here. You're wearing sneakers. You can do that. And who knows probably trip over your own feet."

"Shut up!" I turned around angrily to look at him and froze. He'd won.

He was such a shit.

You're such a shit, you know that right?"I say laughing.

Cameron grinned, leaning forward, clutching the towel at his hip. "Sorry. Drop the info on the isle, and I'll take a look before I go. you can go and take your embarrassment with you."

"I'm definitely not embarrassed!" I say right as my cheeks turned a flattering shade of bright red. "I'm just shocked!" 

"Uh-huh." Cameron took the folder from me and put it on the isle. "By the way, Leslie, my face is a few inches higher. As much as I'm sure my belly button would like to hear what you have to say."

I swallowed hard and snapped my gaze up. It wasn't my fault. He was standing in front of me in his kitchen looking like a fucking walking wet dream, and he was calling me out for looking at his abs? Not to mention that goddamn highway to heaven that curved over his hips and dipped down under his towel.

"You-you shut up!" I retorted, jabbing my fingers at him.And I don't want to listen to this nonsense about me talking to your belly button!" 

It's not that attractive tho "I say timidly.

"Uh--huh , Eyes are up here."He says smirking.

"Put some damn clothes on!" I snapped, turning on my heel and walking back to the living room. 

The sound of Damien's laughter reached me as I got to the hall and yanked open the front door. 

Leslie?"He calls out.

Uh-huh?

You look real sexy when you angry"He says, smirking approaching me slowly.

Uhhhh"Oh Crap I could feel my vocals shutting down.

Before I could say anything Damien interrupted me before giving me a heart-melting grin. He kissed the top of my head saying"Thank you". Before sauntering off and smirking.

Sweet Cheese!

What did heck!

"Bye!" I yelled, slamming it behind me and running to my house.

It was only when I'd securely locked myself inside my apartment did I take a deep breath. 

I'd basically seen my boss naked. I swear to God my dream had just fucking well came true right there and then.

What did that kiss mean?

A tall, dark, handsome man, wearing nothing but a white towel with abs for days and biceps that would make a rock weep.

Jesus. 

I banged my head against my hands falling into my bed. 

I can't seem to forget what I just witnessed. It's pratically burned and embedded in my memory and the way he kissed me on my forehead was like real hot. 

I'm so single that my vagina had pretty much gathered cobwebs from not being busted by Mr D.

The image of Damien in the towel was firmly stuck in my head. My clitoris is basically crying that I'd left him there looking like a wet dream. 

How am I going to face him again?

I'd have to quit my job. That was it. The only way to fix this was to quit and never see him ever, ever, ever again. 

Two kisses!

That's like a breach of contract.

Right?

Now every time I think of him it wouldn't just be of him in a gray suit and black suit.

It would be half-naked, in front of the fridge, in a towel.

So much for for trying to let go of my huge crush on him. I'm so damn screwed!