Serial's pov
By the time I pulled into Cher Mer, I was feeling very exhausted. I couldn't believe I had gone out of my way to make up an excuse to see Yna again, only I found out that she was out sick.
So much for the effort.
Then after going through some files needed for the merger and finding so many errors, I ended up roughing up Christopher. Or whatever his name was.
It did help a lot though to relieve some of my frustrations about not seeing her and I hated that feeling. Instead of dwelling on that, I made last minute plans for dinner. Originally I was supposed to have dinner with Blaze and Amy, but my current state was probably not healthy for a pregnant lady. Then again, I did not want to third wheel. It was kind of irritating in a way that was also adorable.
As I stepped out of the conference room, I caught the faint scent of vanilla and coconuts. It was barely there and still somehow managed to ignite my senses.
It reminded me of Yna. It was there the first day I met her in the conference room and even more vivid when I kissed her.
There was no mistaking it, it was Yna. She was here. I made a sharp turn, heading down the stairs at a throttle, hoping to catch a whiff of her. And if I was lucky see her.
At the thought, I felt my pants tighten.
Just the mere thought of her was sexually frustrating.
By the time I hit to the parking lost, I saw her vaguely as she pulled out. Climbing into my car, I tried to chase her but narrowly missed her when she turned on the highway and sped off.
Sighing in frustration, I had made my way to Tray's . Not that he was any better than Zee. But at least, he wasn't married. Yet.
It made it better, because he lived alone although Eli visited all the time. His place still felt like a bachelor's pad, again because Eli was one of us. In a way, his kind of relationship was subtle, and more appealing to me on a personal level. It felt like a middle ground between being a bachelor and staying with a male best friend.
The thought made me roll my eyes. If I was seriously overthinking this, then it meant I needed some alcohol and a brother to talk to.
Pulling into Tray's, I let myself into his condo and found him slouched on a couch.
"You really need to take your security details seriously"
He chuckled
"You really think I didn't see you all the way down my alley?"
I gave him a look and went to the bar to pour myself some whiskey
"What now?", he asked
"I think I'm sexually frustrated"
He laughed aloud, a nasty shrill that made me want to choke him
"Can't get any girls?,maybe you should try the boys"
"Not my type"
He laughed again
"No reason you can't play both fields", he continued
"That's not the problem"
"Tell me what it is then"
There was a pause
"Do you ever like get turned on by a scent"
The laughter stopped suddenly and he gave me a sinister look. Then he nodded slowly
"Citrus and white musk, that's how I know Eli is in a room"
I finally smiled.
"Thank you Tray"
And then I left.
Cher Mer really was all the hype it got. Food expensive. Best wine. Top notch service. Until I saw Amani Vidal walk in. He'd partnered with Blaze some months ago on some silly little project I couldn't remember. He was pretty well-known, I'd give him that.
And why was he here at a place I'd fully booked?
I was expecting a lone dinner where I could have some silence and be alone with my thoughts.
I rolled my eyes at that.
Whatever, I was too exhausted to pick a fight anyway. Besides I could always sue Cher Mer for violations of agreement.
Huffing slightly, I continued to sip on my wine.
Maybe I could order some steak too, I thought as I scanned the menu. Then it hit me, the overwhelming smell of coconuts and vanilla. It felt like the entire room had shifted. Like it was bending the room to its will.
It reminded me of her. The alluring secretary.
Yna.
My body reacted before I could think, eyes darting around frantically, searching, yearning that it would be her.
Hoping that I wasn't wrong.
Then I saw her.
A figure gracefully moving towards me. The high slit mint dress hugged her just right. Golden hair flowing like waves of the sea. And that scent pulling me in like a siren's song. I was enchanted.
Gulping, I realized I was turned on, pants tight, throat dry and absolutely loving every bit of it.
In my excitement, I saw Amani stand to pull a chair for her and almost snorted. She sat down smiling at him and I thought I'd never seen such a pretty smile.
Then it hit me again.
She was not Yna. Then why did her scent affect me so much? Was I just into coconuts and vanilla?. Or was I missing desserts? Perhaps I should visit Grandma Mari soon.
The logical conclusion I came to?
I was sexually frustrated. When was the last time I actually encountered women that made me feel hit and needy? Why now?
As I shamelessly stared at her exposed leg and thigh, there was a dark urge to kneel before her and worship those legs. To walk over, pull her in for a kiss and take everything I wanted from her right there and then. While he watched. My body stiffened as thoughts consumed my mind.
Thoughts of her hot body wrapped around mine on that table, voice hoarse from screaming my name into the empty restaurant while I ficked her without a care in the world.
The urge to walk over and claim her consumed me completely.
And I let it win.