The Billionaire's Obsession

But the only thing on my mind right now was Mr. Woods which only fueled my nerves. As we arrived at the office, the driver got out of his seat and opened the door at m

a building like this. He didn't give me time to admire it more though. He walked straight to the building, not faltering in his stride once. I couldn't do anything else but to follow after him. Entering the building I nearly ran smack into Mr. Woods when he stopped in his tracks. I barely grazed his back and quic

reathy voice, "He didn't give much information about his unexpected change of plans, bu

le, I'll handl

with her. I didn't understand why obviously she was his personal assistant. Her being so friendly to him and calling him Nick instead of Mr. Woods got on my

matter to attend to right now." He

on her heels and walked beside him. Probably confuse

nded bratty and when she flicked her blonde hair back I couldn't help but feel l

d about this, instead I'd like you to go

me instead. It couldn't only cause trouble since it looked like Giselle had claimed her boss. The way she walked beside him, not wanting to leav

"Are you coming, Emily? If we finish this quickly yo

ived when Giselle finally noticed me. The look I knew so well, I had seen women throw me those looks in the club whenever I was joking around with Brandon. Pure jealousy, that was what I was seeing. She was wishing I'd just die right then and th

if we could rush things s

e me which would probably anger Giselle even more

till standing beside me as he kept his gaze ahead. Comple

ked, I could feel her eyes on me b

hen he finally decided to talk the elevator arrived and we could step in. He block

lso, inform Miles that he needs to wait for a while, I want him to give Miss Pierce a ride back to school lat

ng softly, my eyes widening

t need to act so surprised when

my expression as I made a more personal comment, "The tension

if anything happened between us, I'm sorry to dis

teer me in the right direction and unconsciously I just let him steer me wherever he wanted. We stopped in front of a glass room, I observed the man sitting in the room. He didn't seem to notice us as he went through the papers in front of him. Mr. Woods hand left

and out to me, "Nice to

to mee

e me, "We need to make this quick because I have a meeting

e flow instead, "Alright." He pushed a paper toward me and handed me a pen, "This form states t

y hand, "Fifty thousa

ke that felt the need to harass women. I'm sure that if he just flashed his credit card around some women would feel the need to f

ly back off i

case it will still mean bad press. He is obviously also sensitive to bad press so this wo

asked, glancing aside at me to meet Mr. Woods' gaze, "I suppose I should settle fo

line, "I'm glad you decided not to make a big deal about this. We all have more import

rt to harassing women." I glanced at Mr. Woods, "I thought

just looked offended by my comment, "Don'

e with an amused look sparkling in his brown eyes, "I can assure

wn words I made the whole situat

looks on their faces because I said something so embarrassing. I had to try really hard to keep a str

s to mind, don't you Mi

ss you can say I do say what comes to mind." I was rambling on and on which only made the situation worse, "Y

ow Miss Pierce, you have this cute charm, but then you

openly admitted to him a moment ago that I knew why women were attracted to him. A man who took that compliment without blinking once and then managing to insul

change the subject not so subtly, hoping th

did save me, "I'll take care of the paperwork, you

me to hold it open for me once again. Underneath the cold exterior might be a nice guy hidden. Very, very, very deep. The look of impatience right now was j

who just seemed very amused by the situat

ved me out of the conference room. I scowled at him but he didn't give me

ke you back, have

l phone had his full attention. When he did look up he seemed amused to see m

im, "It was very nice of you to handle this personally. I'm sure y

and knew when to pop up. I smirked as she just proved my point to Mr. Woods. I

nt tone he used on me before, "I thought I made myself

ne with Evan and he'll

murderous intent in his eyes scared the hell out of me and I actual

you tonigh

m, "You-" He dared me to finish that question, "I'll see you toni

inst mine. Okay, I definitely needed to stay away from the assistant. On my way to the car, I froze when I heard Giselle calling my name. Here I thou

happy about it, but handed me Mr. Woods's busine

d to play nice. I could tell her the truth and tell her that I didn't have a clue what Mr. Woods was trying to pull, but I didn't like this woman in particular and thought it would be hilarious

ss." I played with my hair, "Now if you e

ever I told her gave her back her confidence, "Then it only can be business, you're just too..." She

yed Mr. Woods. I might not be his type, but she wasn't his type either. S

enjoyed

t was quite amusing indeed." He admitted, "Just betwe

atever overly obsessed Giselle had said. I leaned back against the seat and took it all in. This was going to b

or the co

omfortable and I appreciated it. Miles and Mike both seemed to like Mr. Woods and really seemed to know him

n a record of time and preached at me in the car. I was glad though that I had someone close to

tacked la

forward, "What the hell?" He asked, slowly

d question, of course, I'm okay." I gulped when Brandon threw me a dirty look, "Mr. Woods showed up

led it?" His voice sounding tight, I was pretty sur

t I was innocent and made sure

andon sounded unsure, "And

know is that the guy is paying me fifty thousand to make sure I won

those fucking rich assholes." He mumbled,

Brandon to glare at me once more. He couldn't keep the glar

h." He muttered, "I'

"Thanks for caring, Brandon." I whispered, si

always here for you." He whi

zer and I was actually attracted to him, sexually. He just didn't give me the feeling that ice queen Mr

ugh the back entrance of the club. He was being overprotective, but I didn't protest. He needed to be close to me to ease his mind and

o have a talk with Victor." Brandon told me,

e my shift started so I took the time to get dressed. I wondered if Mr. Woods would actually show u

self for looking forward to seeing him. Giselle had been right, what would a guy like him see in me? I shook my head, trying to get rid of all the ridiculous thoughts I had about ice queen Mr. Woods. A plain woman lik

e a second time this week." Brand

p on us. He doesn't want a scan

old me he had his own reasons for hating Mr. Woods though. I

mumbled, before ge

orried. I didn't ask him not to. I started to unbutton my shirt when the door suddenly slammed open and shut. I turned arou

he hell

his eyes a

scold me for using his first name. For a minu

cause I didn't want him to have the pleasure to see me cower

me. I pressed up against it, trying to create a little more distance between Nick and me. He slammed

ting th

could understand why people would think of Brandon that way, "Tha

p and I almost dropped my shirt but remembered that if I did I would flash the owner of the n

" He announced with

"I can't date the customers, there is

e same way Giselle had that morning and I remembered clearly what he told me. Who behaved childishly shouldn't be surprised when

date him." I repeated quietly, I grabbed onto his chin and made him look me in the eyes again, "But then yo

with him and lowered my shirt a little. He took the bait and lo

ave so I c

culating cool self, ice queen Mr. Woods was back. He didn't say anything when he turned on his heels and left. When the door closed behind him I let out a shaky breath and closed my ey