Free Web NovelChapter 23: Click Clack Click
’’Corrine Anais Hellworth.’’
The mysterious beauty said as she stared amusingly at the place. She was wowed at some point and genuinely intrigued by the people that worked tirelessly and moved about to get things done.
She moved just enough for the thin strap of her dress to fall teasingly over her shoulder. Giving the man a beautiful view of pale, smooth skin he could sell his soul to lick.
The girl sat confidently, rolling her eyes before giving the man a sharp, piercing look. A wicked smile on those soft, plump lips that beckoned him.
’’I would like to speak with your boss,’’ She said as a matter of fact. The man’s lips parted a bit, already mesmerized and charmed.
’’I am one of his...’’ She moved a bit to touch the back of her ear as if too shy to say the word.
It took a few confused blinks before Marcus Laundry understood what she meant.
’’Ah,’’ He suddenly felt embarrassed. His face reddened a bit and wondered how his boss managed to...
His eyes followed as her long, slender hands moved lightly over her bare legs.
...managed to...
He suddenly wanted her and quickly felt ashamed of thinking that way about one of his boss’s mistresses.
’’Alright, Come with me—’’ he cleared his throat when that didn’t sound right. ’’I mean, follow me, Miss Hellworth.’’
She rose to her full height, towering over the man by many inches.
She moved and paused to give the man behind her purse.
The man blinked a few times and she slowly turned to look at him, her long eyelashes moving like soft feathers. freёwebnovel.com
The man was...speechless. And for a while, he didn’t know what to do but to hold the purse.
Then she surprised him by removing her hands for him to carry it.
’’Huh...?’’
The woman was already ahead of him, grinning in satisfaction.
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Every employee lingering in the hallway paused from whatever they were doing, all calls were put on hold, and all eyes trained on the tall goddess that moved past them in awe.
Some did a complete turn to be sure they hadn’t just imagined that slender figure and the moment she disappeared into the elevator with their Boss’s pa, everyone snapped out of the trance, the silence was broken as they all huddled together in groups to know who just walked into the Laundry building. Shoulders raised high with confident strides as she entered the elevator reserved only for the President.
Every second that passed only thickened the tension in the elevator ride. She could no longer ignore the heated stares from the man standing behind her with her purse.
Abu’s gaze widened, his feet stumbling backward as the tall female cornered him to the cold walls of the tube.
Her lips close enough to whisper some devilish words to his ears. She smirked when his face had an ugly twitch at the corners of his round face.
Who exactly was this she-devil?
The elevators opened with a low ding and Corrine pulled away from the frightened employee to step out of the silver tube.
The moment she was out of his sight, he placed a quick hand on his chest before stepping out with her. He then led her gingerly to the President’s office, feeling insane to have been seduced enough to lead a total stranger here without confirming her identity first from the boss.
Corrine’s gaze hardened on the door and the silver nameplate that read; President Marcus Ivan Laundry.
The short devil ruling from his high-rise office and good at bullying those beneath.
’’Thank you,’’ She smiled, taking her purse from the trembling employee and Abu straightened his three piece suit and tie before stepping in first to announce the guest.
’’Pardon me, Sir. But there is a lady here hoping to see you, Sir.’’
’’A lady? What rubbish.’’ Even the sound of his voice made her impatient.
’’I did not schedule a meeting with anyone. Ask her to leave.’’
Interesting.
The door behind Abu opened wide enough. The sound of heels clicking hard against the polished floors distracted Marcus from the files he was reading.
The heavy scent of Jasmine filled the room, leading Marcus to a figure unlike anything he has ever seen.
The president’s gaze widened the more his eyes trained on her perfect long legs, curvy hips, slim waist and bright brown eyes that shone more than the bronze awards displayed on the nearest shelf. He found his jaw dropping as he stood from his seat like a child given a shiny toy for the first time.
’’You may leave now, Abu,’’ he quickly said to the other entity still lingering in the room. He turned sharply when Abu was taking forever to disappear and the poor Pa left not after sharing a quick glance with the idol.
’’Oh my...please, have a seat...’’ he said, nervously as sweat glistened on his forehead.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack...
Exactly ten seconds passed before she moved and settled on the chair before his table.
Marcus still couldn’t believe his eyes before he settled down on his leather seat, the sweet scent of jasmine clouding his mind and taking all reasonable thoughts from him.
Corrine never made eye contact with him as she placed her purse gently on his table. She felt those rough dark eyes already undressing her. It lingered more on her lips before staring at her fingers. He gulped at how soft, long and perfect they were.
He longed for a taste.
’’Cherry?’’ He offered clumsily, while pushing a glass bowl of fresh black cherries towards her, grinning with those brown teeth.
Corrine then stared at him. Though he wasn’t a dwarf, he wasn’t as tall as the chair he was sitting on. She noticed his slightly protruding stomach, his receding hairline and nice, ugly set of decaying teeth.
Hmm. His other mistresses might have other reasons to be with him.
The office was immaculate, cold, and heavy with the nauseating scent of antiseptic. There was a gorgeous view of the mountain and hollywood hills behind him.
’’Do you have a name, my lovely angel?’’ The ugly shorty grinned more, leaning against the table with his short, stubby hands. Throwing up now might ruin everything so she remained strong and tried not to cringe much.
’’Corrine.’’
Corrine?
Marcus looked visibly disturbed by the name and couldn’t hide it.
’’Corrine...’’ his frown deepened. ’’I know a writer somewhere around here with that exact name.’’
’’Five foot six, curvy, beautiful with a sexy behind and gorgeous pearls...’’ he paused as if to reconstruct the very image of who he was describing.
She calmly plucked another cherry from the bowl and chewed on it slowly.
’’Arrogant, insane, detached and not really talented.’’ Marcus shrugged with an eye roll. Only for him to be faced with the burning glare of the visitor before him. Quietly chewing on the fruit placed close to her mouth.
The president gulped and wondered if he said anything wrong.
’’B–but you are more beautiful than she can ever be. The perfect Corrine. Haha.’’
He didn’t get to finish that laugh when he noticed how dark his office had become. A gripping chill and a heat that made him loosen his tie a bit made him uncomfortable.
Those eyes no longer looked friendly or mischievous.
They were cold, deadly and grim.
There was a quiet fire that burned in them and swore to consume him soon.
’’Uh...why have you come here, my lovely angel?’’ he asked quickly, as his attempts to remain himself failed. His palms, neck and forehead glistened with nervous sweat. His smile looked strained.
Corrine stared at him longer and was glad to have this moment with him.
’’I’m glad you finally asked,’’ She said, leaning closer and reaching for her purse to pull out a sharp, long knife whose blade gleamed coldly in the dim office.
