Do you want this?

The doctor wants me to have a short break before the very final IVF treatment. And I honestly do not mind a little break between all the hormonal pills that made me feel weird and tired.

Not to mention the strict diet that I am on most of the time. All in a bid to ensure that I'm healthy enough to have a baby.

There is an exclusive work dinner being held at Ross's mansion as a celebration for the huge deal the company has just landed.

On a normal day, since I am just a regular employee, I will not be invited. But Ross extended a private invitation for me. I suppose it's his way of drawing me in if the final test comes out positive.

Since it was an exclusive work dinner, I had picked a body hugging short dress. It was a shimmering gold dress with sheer sleeves that looked like nets dusted in gold. It had a plunging neckline that shows an ample amount of cleavage and it accentuates my figure.

I leave my curly auburn hair unbound and style it in a way that gets the curls out of my face.

My feet are clad in high heels and my lips are painted blood red. And I put on foundation to cover my freckled cheeks.

It's the least I could do with a bit of help from YouTube and Kathy and I think I did very well.

I have never been to Ross's place before but I find it pretty easy to get there.

The party is small but filled with important people from the office and once again I wonder why I have been invited.

If the Head of my department Jeff sees me here, it'll surely raise his eyebrows and I won't like to see him try. The man has no eyebrows.

I recognize most of the executives and some of our business partners. So far the party is going great.

There's little I can do since no one knows me at the party and Ross looks busy enough entertaining guests.

I'm on my way outside for some air and someone touches me lightly.

I look back to see a tall dark and handsome man staring at me.

"Marcus Santana" he says as he kisses my hand.

"Elenora Wilson. Nice to meet you" I slowly snatch my hands back. This dude must think he's in a 90's movie.

"You looked so lost, I decided to rescue you" he says as he sips his champagne. I catch him resisting the urge to roam his eyes around my body. He's failing horribly at keeping his eyes glued to my face.

"I'm not lost. And I don't need rescuing"

"Ah. I guess you don't then. Would you mind the pleasure of my company for a few minutes?" he asks and I size him up.

Why not?

I am pretty bored anyways. Most of the people in this dinner have done nothing but snubbed me. Even Ross.

Thirty minutes later Marcus and I are outside the house admiring the scenery. He is a very good listener. I've talked lightly about my interests and he is also interested about what I do in the company. He seems very interested.

Turns out we both have the same gaming interests and he once invested in a gaming company that made him a lot of money later on.

And I don't mind his company at all, he is a very smart but opinionated man and having him as a friend can give me a potential boost in my career ladder if I hope to pursue a job in the gaming industry.

I am a little tipsy though. I've gone back in the house for more glasses of champagne for Marcus and I

"Hmmmmm" someone angrily clears their throat next to me.

I look back to see Ross glaring at me.

"Hi Ross" I say trying to smile at him.

"Marcus, I'm afraid your fiancée is looking for you inside." he emphasizes the word fiancée and I can see Marcus's jaw clench.

He mutters a quick goodbye to me and he walks away briskly.

Ross turns to glare at me.

"I'd like to talk to you later Elenora. We have important things to talk about"

And so I wait, I watch as each guest leaves one by one till it remains nobody else except the caterers cleaning up.

Ross comes back in after seeing the last of the guests off to their cars and invites me to the dining table.

"Congratulations on your huge deal. I wanted to tell you that earlier but you were so busy with your guests..."

"The reason I invited you here was because of the contract. If the last test checks positive. I want us to be able to establish the fact that we have a relationship together. I don't appreciate you flirting with my guests. As you can see that will flaw the plan"

I let out a small laugh. The nerve of this man!

Flirting?!!!

Ross Hamilton truly has a gift of being a pain in the ass.

"You never told me that before? Why now?! And I was not flirting with Marcus I was just having a conversation with him. Something you would not understand since we don't have much of that" I reply as I stand up to leave.

"You were with him for so long his fiancée was looking for him? And why didn't you see me when you arrived?"

I roll my eyes.

"You were busy with your guests Ross. What was I supposed to do? I didn't know what to do?!! Stop acting like everything is my fault"

I leave the table and I'm turning to leave when I collide with a server carrying a tray of glasses still filled with red wine.

The entire content of most of the glasses pours generously on my dress and the flute glasses shatters as they reach the ground. I fight the urge to cry, seriously why me?

I dab furiously and the stain with a napkin but it doesn't budge. I might have to go to the bathroom to wash it out.

Ross moves quietly next to me.

"Come upstairs, let's get you cleaned up" he says as he turns to leave.

I have little choice but to follow him.

I admire the decor of his large house while I follow him to the wherever he is leading me.

I feel stupid as I try to make sure the wine soaking the front of my dress doesn't leak on the pristine marble floor. I have a lot of wine on me, so much my underwear is soaked.

"Take off your clothes here and put them in that basket. You can take a shower. I will find you something to wear."

"I can just keep dabbing at it. Really, it's no trouble"

I hesitate as I step back slowly.

Ross sighs softly.

"I insist. I'm sorry I said you were flirting with Marcus."

I watch him quietly as he seems to be struggling to speak to me.

"I just saw you talking to him, and I guess I was a bit mad that we don't get to talk like that" he adds and I am taken aback.

"We don't talk because you're always so cold. You make everything so professional."

Ross doesn't answer as he walks around the room.

"I'm sorry about that" he murmurs.

I look around the room that I am in to distract me. It's huge. And it looks hardly lived in.

The faint smell of cologne tells me that it is Ross's room.

I watch him casually shrug off his jacket and tie and I see a different Ross in his white shirt that hugs the outlines of his muscle and his perfectly rounded butt in his pant trousers.

I feel a bit hot and I hide my face as he takes off his shoes and socks.

I head quickly to the bathroom.

The bathroom is bigger than my bedroom and it is the coolest bathroom I have ever seen.

It smells faintly of aftershave and I use a few minutes to explore the bathroom before finally peeling my soaked dress and getting into the shower.

The night is chilly I take a fairly hot bath. I like the feel of the hot water hitting my cold skin. And I use some of Ross's soap.

After a quick shower, I find a soft fluffy grey towel and tie it tightly around me after vigorously drying my hair.

There are fluffy fluffy slippers in the bathroom and I slip my cold feet into their warm plush comfort.

I get out of the bathroom and gently close the door.

Only to find a shirtless Ross in the room.

Oh My God!!!

My boss. Ross Hamilton. Mr Hamilton. Mr Ross Hamilton is few feet away from me in nothing but his briefs.

I can see the sprinkle of dark hair on his chest going all the way under there. He is magazine perfect. His dark hair is ruffled and his piercing blue eyes are staring at me intently.

All the muscles that used to be hidden in charcoal dark suits is now on the display.

He is not overly built. But he is lean with muscles in all the right places. I can see the prominent outline of his v that goes all the way down there and my eyes linger on his boxer briefs longer than usual.

We both watch each other wearily for a while before he tosses me a shirt and leaves the room.

I hastily put on the long shirt that I assume should be Ross's and proceed to leave the room.

He comes back in before I'm three feet close to the door.

"Your clothes should be drying by now" he says gruffly as he looks at me briefly.

He takes a step closer to me. And another step. And another. Till he is standing in front of me.

And he is staring straight into my eyes.

His eyes are glazed over with lust. And even though I'm covered with his shirt, I feel as though I am naked.

He lifts a hand and he pushes the wet strands of my hair away from my face.

The simple action makes me lick my lips in anticipation.

His fingers linger and caress my face.

"Elenora?" he breaths out huskily. He calls my name as if he is asking me permission to kiss me. I don't hesitate.

"Do you want this?"

His voice is husky and his breathing is heavy.

Moving an inch closer to him is my only answer as I pull him closer.

And our lips collide. And it is perfect.

It is my only answer.

I want him so bad.