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Chapter 10: It Was A Mistake

Leslie's P.O.V.

There were a lot of people that attended the fundraiser tonight and when I mean a lot of people I mean lots of wealthy people. As in, they wore earrings that cost more than my entire wardrobe, and this dress was one I'd splurged on for special occasions.

I've spent the last hour attached to Damien's side. In fact, he'd had one hand on me almost the entire evening, and I hated to admit that his hand on my back or my arm had made me feel a lot better than usual.

He's obviously familiar with the people, and quite honestly, it was just about enough to make me have a good think about this weird little crush I was developing on him.

This was a whole different world.

Like a new dimension!

Attending this social gathering just made it clear how we were definitely worlds apart." All I have going for me at this point is the fact that I haven't yet tripped over my own feet nor spilled a drink, or walked into anyone.

Which is definitely a relief!

It's all thanks to Damien anyway, he's been making sure I don't fall on my ass. He's firmly in control of pouring the wine, and he only fills my glass halfway. That probably had something to do with the fact that it was the 'proper' way to drink wine, but I'd never taken much stock with that.

Who cares much about etiquettes Huh..?

I smile as a couple whose names I'd already forgotten left us in peace. Damien melted us back into the corner of the living room and once again pressed his hand to my back, leaning down.

His mouth was so close to my ear that I could feel his breath skitter across my skin. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm not really a fancy mixer type of person," I said slowly. "I'd go for a night out on my couch than playing fancy shamancy with the rich no offense tho"I say tersely.

None taken," He shrugged one shoulder. "I don't go for these parties either, but my aunt lives them and she's the host so I can't really turn down her invite."

It's true tho. Mrs. Mildred has been holding court all evening so far, and she has been the absolute epitome of a perfect hostess. She'd hired servers who mingled with champagne on trays and those fucky little snacks I'd been avoiding.

I'd heard there was dessert, and I was holding out.

"How does she do it?" I asked Damien, leaning into him a little. "She actually enjoys being around people, doesn't she?"I ask

He chuckled, dropping his chin. "She does. She's extremely sociable. She thrives on being around other people, especially when they're as driven and formidable as she is."

"Formidable. That's one word for her."

"I feel like she and your mom would get along." He says laughing.

I shuddered. "I don't want to even think of it"

He nodded, shoulders shaking with laughter.

"That will do it," I mused. "It's kind of tense right now. We don't all get along often because we all have quite strong personalities. At least on my mom's side. My dad pretty much just sits there and lets us all get on with it."

"Like mine?" He laughed, nodding .

I giggled behind my hand.

Staring at Damien's Aunt and her husband

In a weird way, they were like yin and yang, fitting perfectly together.

It was apparent now as we watched them. She held everyone's attention, telling an exciting story that included hand movements and raucous laughter from her group. He stood beside her, smiling and watching her with what could only be described as pure love.

It reminded me a lot of my parents.

A shiver ran down my spine, and I looked toward Damien. He'd been watching me watch them, and I cocked my head as if to ask what he was looking at, but all he did was smile, shrug, and turn toward the young woman walking toward us.

That's when I noticed she's headed straight for him.

"Oh no," he muttered with panic.

"What?"

I swear, his hand crept an inch closer to my hip, almost as if he was gripping tighter to me.

"Damien!" She stepped up and air-kissed him, despite his reluctance to return the gesture.

I wasn't shocked that she was tall and blonde and incredibly pretty.

Weren't all the thorns in your side tall, blonde, and beautiful?

Besides she looks like all his other bimbo's , tall beautiful and blonde.

Is it that he like his women tall, cause am not that tall and if he likes his women blonde am not much of a blonde either but beautiful?

I am" At least when I want to be. Snapping out of my thoughts.

She touched a hand to his arm, leaning in flirtatiously. "How are you?"

"I'm well, thank you, Vivian. Have you met my new assistant, Leslie?"

She flicked a baby-blue gaze my way. "No."

Charming.

"I've been trying to call you," she says, stepping a little closer.

He responded by taking a step back. I wanted to tell him that wasn't a good idea because we were in a corner, and there was a big-ass wall behind us that would stop his escape.

"I couldn't get through," She continued, flicking her teacherous long and slicky hair.

Why don't you pick my calls? She says pouting.

I glanced up at Damien. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but in that corner with her, and an idea flashed through my mind.

I held my small clutch against my body. "Excuse me, my phone is ringing. Damien, could you hold this while I take this call?" I shoved my wine glass at him, barely giving him time to answer.

I guess I'll have to swoop in to save the day then...

I walk away, making a big show of diving into my purse for my phone. It caught the attention of Aunt Mildred who looked at Damien and Vivian and then me, frowning. I waved my phone at her, making sure to show her the back, and smiled.

As soon as she turned her attention back to them, I slipped into the spacious back yard and away from a large group of expensively-dressed people to fake my call.

Plastering concern on my face, I nodded, making several worried noises and acting as though there was an emergency on the end of the line.

I could feel eyes on me from inside, so I held the phone to my collarbone as if I were protecting the call and slipped back inside. Aunt Mildred eyes followed me the entire way as I went up to Damien, Hoping they bought my acting skills.

Vivian was even closer to him than she had been when I'd left, and I had to stifle a laugh as I saw the look on his face. I then touched his arm.

"Excuse me for interrupting," I said, looking between them both, absolutely not sorry at all. "Damien, Imogen just called about a problem about the presentation she'll be doing with the foreign investors. Do you have a minute to speak to her?"

"Now?" He checked his watch. "Isn't it a little late?"

"She said earlier she was taking some work home to get ahead. She's on the line." I pointed at my phone and grimaced.

He stared at me for a second. "Sure.

Vivian-sorry. Have to handle this."

He touched my upper back and guided me out into the hallway, then into another room and shut the door. We were in a room that looked like a library Bookcases lined the wall to my left, and a desk with an expensive-looking computer was at the far end, framed by windows that looked out onto beautifully manicured gardens.

"My Aunt's library and study," he said, obviously seeing my confusion. "Pass the phone."

I was still holding it to my collarbone. "Oh." I pulled it away and looked at it before showing him the screen.

You fell for it didn't you"I say laughing hilariously.

"Don't worry, it's fine. She didn't call." I shrugged.

"What?" He froze confusing etched on his face. staring at me, a frown creasing his brow. "What do you mean, she didn't call?"

I shrugged again. "You obviously looked like you wanted to be anywhere else but with Vivian and besides the way that Chick's nails couldn't wait to dig into you so I just had to pull you out and save you. I faked the call to get you away."

Damien stared at me for a long moment then burst out laughing. "You're a fucking genius."He says , Damn that crinkle on his face . Standing up close he looked more handsome, maybe Vivian won't get the chance to dog her claws into him but I might!

Then I would like to say thank you"He says , smiling his blue eyes glowing like that of the devil.

"Oh Please there's no need for you to thank me besides I'm a woman. Do you know how many phone calls I've faked just to get away from a weird or nerdy guy who was hitting on me?" I rolled my eyes. "It's literally part of a girl's life. Also, you're

welcome."

He laughed, running his hand through his hair. "Thank you again Seriously. Vivian has been trying to get me to date her for years since our families were friends we pratically grew up together but she doesn't seem to get the message that I don't like her at all, that I'm not interested." He says sighing, it seems the whole rejecting and running away hadn't started now.

"Well, we just have to wait long enough to make it believable then so she doesn't come in and slaughter you." I say teasingly sinking into one of the stylish lush, cream leather chairs that sat close to the desk.

"So tell me Mrs. Leslie were you a spy in another life?" He asked aching his eyebrows.

" I'm used to being the wingman for Morgan who gets rid of unwanted advances and also go myself too." I smirked. "Also, thanks for bringing my wine."

He laughed and handed it to me before sitting in the chair opposite me. "You're welcome. Consider that my thank you."

"A raise would work or probably a day off."He say witfully

"You've worked for like a week. Settle down."He says laughing

"It was worth a shot." I grinned.

Besides I saved you from the cat now didn't i .

He barked a laugh, flattening his hand against his stomach. "I'll keep that in mind."

I winked, probably looking like some drunky fool trying too hard to flirt, and sipped my wine. We sat together in silence for a good couple of minutes, and that allowed me to look around the room.

And at him

All right, mostly at Damien.

His suit fit him to perfection. I should have expected it, of course. I was used to him wearing one, but his choice was usually gray or black Gray pants, gray jacket, white shirt, black tie. He'd changed it up tonight, wearing a black suit that was closer to a tuxedo than your everyday suit.

His deep blue tie was the only thing that stopped him looking like he was headed to a wedding.

It suited him. Almost more than the gray. Maybe it was the lines the black jacket gave his upper body, the complete illusion of the shape of his torso. I knew without seeing them that his body was packed with muscle. You didn't have to have X-ray vision to see that the man was blessed in every way possible.

Well. Not every way. I hadn't-yeah. I wasn't going down that route.

I broke my stare of him, a spark of fear rocketing through me that he'd notice. The last thing I wanted was for him to realize I'd been checking him out.

Ugh.

But it was so unfair.

I wanted to check him out like a library book.

His dark hair, his hot stubble, his perfect lips, his beautiful blue eyes...

Well, even library books had a time limit. I guessed this was mine, and I wasn't willing to take on any kind of fine for my staring.

How are you enjoying your new place"He asks suddenly , snapping me out of my dark thoughts.

Fine I guess" I say , that's right I shouldn't look at the forbidden apple . I really want to have a taste but remember the clause in the contract Leslie, I berate myself .

He's your damn boss for crying out loud!

You look beautiful Tonight Leslie"He then says ever so softly , I couldn't even hear him at first.

He then moved to sit close to me, with his hands brushing and smoothing my curls behind my ear. I could feel goosebumps all around my body and a sense of need flow through me.His fingertips brushed across my forehead and down my cheek, brushing the hair away from my eyes. It was a feather-light touch, yet it burned me. I became hyperaware of him, of every curve and line of his face, of how the pad of his finger was dangerously soft as it glided to tuck my hair behind my ear.

With a dry mouth, I forced myself to swallow the best I could.

His eyes were bright and wide, but there was a slight shadow in them, like he was holding something back.

I was holding something back too.

My lips.

I wanted to kiss his goddamn face off.

But I can't.

Not even when he dropped his gaze to my lips for a fleeting second. In fact, the look was so short I may have even imagined it.

Until he did it again.

I definitely didn't imagine it.

You're one amazing woman Leslie Ruffle"He says , leaning closing towards my face and then he did something I've long craved and wanted.

The very thing I've desired but also decided to ignore.

He ignited the burning scorching flames in me by kissing me. I felt his lips on mine , his soft yet strong and willing lips. Caressing and demanding his tongue diving into my mouth dancing with mine and searching.

Damn it all!

I kissed him back!

He tastes like everything that is sweet but also forbidden, I could already feel my nipples tighten straining to be let out and foundled by his hands. His lips tormenting me with his tenderness and passion that lay within.

All my defenses and strong deliberation crumbled as I felt his tongue across my sensitive lip , suckling and nibbling. It only sent my hormones wild and my body became a ranging storm . We broke apart and I gasp for air , his eyes filled with desire then he took my lips with his and sent me flying again.

His tongue tangling with mine and everything within me went all hot and wild. I felt a deep molten ache and suddenly desperate to have him in my pussy .

He then stopped suddenly , jumping out of my hands like his pants were on fire.

Am ..... "sorry"He says, with a confused look on his face .

That shouldn't have happened, it's a big mistake on my part" Damien says and then I saw the business side of him. His face going cold and emotionless.

Suddenly all the fire I felt in me, seemed like it's been doused by his words like a bucket of cold water.

A mistake?" I thought , laughing cynically like a crazy bitch in my mind .

I almost had an orgamns from just a kiss from him and he says it's a mistake?" I screamed mentally, tears threatening to slip out of my eyelids.

He opened his mouth to say something else ,but the door to the study opened. Both of us shot up to sit bolt upright, our gazes darting toward it.

It was his Aunt.

Wow!

Perfect timing!

Why didn't she , show up before I had a taste of him"I thought grimacing.

She stepped inside, pursing her lips smiling.

Damien darling your uncle has requested your presence . His in his office , said some about the new office branch that will be opened in Paris" She says cheerily, not obvious of the definite sexual tension.

Damien flashed me an apologetic glance.

"No problem at all." He says to his aunt. Flashing me one more concerned look before he left the study, shutting the door behind him.

I need to get the hell out of here, because I don't need him apologizing for giving me a mind blowing kiss.

I better go home now, enough partying for me" I say loud enough to his aunt

Awwn but the party just started" Aunt Milly says sweetly.

I know and you've been a lovely host . Maybe next time but right now have got work tomorrow and am real tired ,tell Mr. Boyce I already left"I say not giving her a chance to convince me otherwise I walked out with the remaining dignity I had left.

A mistake?

Yeah right....

Stepping out of the building to hail a cab, I heard my phone buzz and ring . Stepping into the cab I pick up the call without looking at the callers name.

Hello?

I'm pregnant!

A voice screamed into my ears, wait what ?

Before I could comprehend what just happened my phone went dead.

Wait hold on!

Wasn't that mom?

Wait she's pregnant" I shrilled I know am probably looking like a mad lady but I didn't care .

Perfect timing !

Mom just had to blast me with this life changing news, just when things were about to change.

Tell me what should I expect next?

Maybe dinosaurs flying or big foot storming new York city.!

Hurricane Leslie can't change, can she ?

just like my zero love life and extreme hunger for my boss.

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