Chapter 2

LEVI’S POV

The longer I sniff her perfume the harder my cock gets. It’s almost like all the blood has rushed to my cock. This is risky. Everyone was watching us, and I remembered my dad's strict rule: stay away from the workers. But her sweet smell drew me in.

"Sorry, sir, I..." she started, nervously.

"Apologies don't fix everything," I interrupted, I maintained my position, leaning towards her but refraining from getting too close to her ears. Instead, I place my hands on the conference table, near enough to her, eager to catch the sound of her racing heartbeat. Her nervousness fuels my desire, intensifying my urge to possess her instantly.

The tension in the air feels palpable like it's just for me. I want to clear the room, leaving only her and me. She's all nerves, but it only adds to her charm and I’m the only one who needs to be around her now.

I don’t want anyone seeing how gorgeous she is except me. Her hair falls around her shoulders, framing her face gently that’s whenever she lets it loose from its ponytail, it adds to her beauty. Her amber eyes are like honey, they have a depth that's hard to ignore. She has a gracefulness about her, with soft full cheeks and lips that seem to invite you in. Her skin has a warm glow like it's touched by sunlight. She's captivating, elegant, and stands out even in a crowded room.

I can't get enough of her.

I can feel the tension building, but I pray it's just me sensing it, I don’t need to be the object of gossip right now. I wish I could send everyone else out of the room so I could be alone with her. She's so small and cute I think she looks better with her hair down instead of always in a ponytail.

“No sir., but...”

I can’t take it anymore! I must have her today.

"Everyone, please excuse us. I need a moment alone with Ms. Isabella," I announce firmly. “The meeting will continue at 2: 00 pm or so soon thereafter,” I finish.

Without hesitation, the room empties, leaving only her and me. I'm well aware that tongues will wag after this, but at this moment, I couldn't care less. As soon as the door clicks shut behind the last departing worker, I subtly maneuver her chair backward, ensuring she's enclosed between my hands.

"Where was your mind, Isabella?" I inquire, breaking the silence that hangs between us.

“No where sir...” She anxiously replies.

“The more you lie to me the harder I’ll punish you. Do you want to be punished harder?”

She swallows nervously, her gaze fixed on my lips, while her chest rises and falls with each breath, drawing my attention to her ample bosom.

The moment is shattered by the sharp trill of my phone. "Shit!" I curse under my breath, frustrated by the interruption. Despite my desire to prolong our interaction, that’s me torturing her, duty calls. Retrieving my phone from my pocket, I glance at the caller ID. It's Nick, my operations head – a call I can't afford to ignore.

I answer the call, and Isabella stays eerily quiet, almost as if she's holding her breath.

"Good morning, Sir."

"Good morning, Nick. This had better be urgent," I reply sternly.

"Sir, Kevin, our team lead, was in an accident. He fractured his arm during physical training due to improper equipment operation."

"What! Why am I just hearing about this now?" I demand.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

Isabella's breaths out and though barely audible, it strangely soothes me. "Where is he now?" I ask, my tone notably calmer.

"In the hospital, Sir. The media caught wind of the accident, and it's vital for you to fly down here to show moral support, especially since this is your first season as the boss. If you don't, rival companies could exploit the situation to create false narratives. I've received word from a reliable source that MC&A company is poised to spread rumors that our cars are unsafe and that we neglect our workers. We need the crisis management team to act immediately to prevent any damage to our reputation and the trust of our customers. And you wouldn't want that, Sir."

"Got it. I'll take care of it. Have you informed my father?" I ask.

"No, sir. You instructed us not to involve him in work matters, and we've respected that," Nick responds.

"Good. He needs his rest. I'll handle this myself," I assert.

After ending the call, my mood darkens further. Tension and anger simmer within me as I contemplate the situation. My father has entrusted me with this responsibility, and I refuse to let him down. However, Despite the urgency of the situation in Switzerland, I can't leave without Isabella not with all the perverts in the office targeting her. I see the way they look at her breasts. I know they want her.

"Isabella, you're coming with me to Switzerland," I declare, straightening up. I fold my arms, watching her squirm under my gaze. She will be a good sub. A very good girl.

"But, sir, I'm just an intern. Shouldn't the public relations team handle this?" she protests.

She's not wrong, but I have my reasons for wanting her by my side. I also have confidence in her abilities, more so than many others.

"Are you challenging me, Isabella?" I inquire firmly.

"No, sir," she quickly responds.

"Good."

"I'll give you the day off. Be back here by 8:00 am tomorrow," I say firmly.

Isabella’s eyes darken with fury and I want to fuck that fury out of her face, but I compose myself and put my hands in my pocket to hide my bulge. When I’m hard it’s hard to miss because of the size of my cock, which is why I have to take extra precautions.

"When you get home, write up a draft of the public relations documents swiftly. I'll handle the final modifications," I instruct.

As Isabella stands up, her gaze shifts from my face to my pants, and I worry she's noticed the bulge.

“Sir, are you hard for me?” She asks biting her lips.