The first business meeting went off without a hitch.

Mikayla sat silently at the large conference table and took notes on her laptop as the CEO of the robotics company Mr. David Pierce confidently stood near the projection screen alongside his team as he made his pitch to Damien. He was a handsome man in his late thirties and his company was one of the top robotics manufacturers in the United States.

"I'll have an offer sent to you by the end of next week," Damien replied as he stood, signalling that the meeting was over.

"Thank you so much for coming Mr. Arnauld," David said while standing to shake Damien's hand before turning to Mikayla.

After gathering her thing, she slowly stretched her hand out to David.

Once her hand was in his, instead of shaking it, David kissed the back, his grey eyes slowly raking over Mikayla's body before turning back to Damien, "Would you and your beautiful assistant be interested in coming out with–"

Damien's eyes narrowed at the way that David was salivating over Mikayla and so, before the man could even finish asking his question, he cut him off abruptly.

"No, we aren't! My company will be in touch," Damien said as he exited the boardroom.

Mikayla was a bit shocked and embarrassed at Damien's curtness.

Pulling her hand away from David, she could not help but wonder what was wrong with her boss. With an apologetic half smile, she said goodbye and walked out of the meeting room, quickly following Damien to the elevator.

As they got into the car and were heading back to the hotel, Mikayla looked over at a brooding Damien whose eyes were glued to his mobile phone.

"That was very rude," she stated.

"He was the rude one!" Damien barked, his eyes continuing to stare at his mobile as his fingers tapped the screen angrily.

Mikayla scoffed, "Are you being serious right now?"

Putting his phone away Damien looked at her. The colour of his aquamarine eyes had darkened a bit, causing the yellow flecks to become more prominent, "You really can be a muppet sometimes!"

"I beg your pardon!" Mikayla's eyes flashed with anger as she turned her body to face him better, the movement causing her shirt to twist slightly.

Damien raked in her appearance wanting to ease the tension of the buttons of her shirt. The black and white pants suit that she wore today had fit her impeccably. The roundness of her curves was so inviting, it was no wonder that the men in the meeting room could barely keep their eyes off of her.

He thought that perhaps he should make her wear a tent to future meetings. However, he figured it still would not sufficiently hide her delectable curves. To him, Mikayla would look amazing in anything.

Damien dragged himself back to the conversation as he stated, "David was drooling over you the entire meeting, if his merchandise wasn't so exceptional, I'd have cancelled the entire transaction!"

Mikayla suddenly let out a loud laugh, "Pfft! He did not! The man barely said a word to me. I really think that you're overreacting."

"It wasn't what his mouth said Mikayla, it was his eyes. We came to do business, not to fraternize and I know for a fact that he had plans to get into your pants," Damien said as he ran his left hand through his hair.

"So, you read minds now too?" Mikayla asked while rolling her eyes.

A muscle in his jaw ticked as he remained silent.

With a scoff she went on to say, "Even if he had plans to get into my pants that doesn't mean he would have succeeded, I do need to consent to it you know! Like what kind of woman do you really think I am?" Mikayla's voice raised slightly with irritation as she continued, "Besides, what if I wanted to go out? It's not like I've ever been to New York before."

"Then ask me and we'll go somewhere," Damien replied.

"Ask you? What am I, a child? I don't need your permission Damien," Mikayla's anger returned.

Chuckling softly, he said, "Technically you do, as my personal assistant you're always on call remember?"

"Ugh you are bloody impossible sometimes! And here I was thinking that working for you would allow me to meet new people," Mikayla huffed as she turned back towards the window with a frown.

"For business purposes sure, if you're trying to snag a rich boyfriend and get laid, I suggest you do that on your own time Mikayla," Damien's words came out irritably.

Their car arrived at the hotel and Damien got out and slammed the door behind him.

Her eyes widened in shock at his words, "What in the hell?" Mikayla muttered.

She was aggravated by the way in which he always abruptly ended their conversations and had her running after him. Growling to herself, she got out and walked hurriedly after Damien who was already entering the hotel lobby.

"Where are you going?" Mikayla asked once she caught up to him.

"Back to the hotel suite? What does it look like?" Damien said in a contemptuous tone as he stabbed furiously at the elevator button.

As they entered their hotel suite Mikayla slammed the door behind her, "Buh wah fuckery is dis!"

The shock of his absurd behaviour causing her once again to slip into a bit of Caribbean slang before she continued in a more British tone, "Why are you acting like this? What shit are you talking about me wanting to snag a rich boyfriend and get laid? Is that what you think of me? Some gold-digging whore?"

When Damien did not immediately answer she took a deep breath before continuing her rant.

Right now, Mikayla did not care about how she spoke to him since he had been talking to her in a similar manner, "Look, my personal dating life is none of your business as what I do or whom I do with my vagina does not concern you!"

"It is, if your sexcapades mess with my corporate deals!" Damien roared back.

He did not know what it was about her but being around Mikayla caused him to lose his cool. He never lost a handle on his emotions, but there was just something about her that made him spiral out of control.

Damien felt himself getting envious every time men ogled her body, which by the way was every damn day. After weeks of having to endure it he was starting to go crazy and he was never one to get jealous!

What made it worse was that she did not even seem to realise how sexy she was and the effect that she had on those around her.

After the incident in the club, the last week or so had been very hard on him and he had to stop himself on many occasions from sprawling her out on his desk and having his way with her, not wanting to stop until she screamed out his name.

Mikayla frowned as she walked past him and headed to her bedroom, "Well how about this Mr. Arnauld," her voice dipped as she said his name, "I'll be sure to ask for your permission before I decide on which big rich cock to sit on, deal?"

She shouted the last few words as she slammed her bedroom door close. Mikayla stepped out of her shoes and took off her jacket and threw her bag on a nearby chair. Her fingers roughly began to unbutton her white blouse when her bedroom door crashed open, Damien stalking in.

"What the hell Damien!" Mikayla exclaimed as her eyes opened widely to look up at him.

"Which big rich cock to sit on?" Damien ground out each word as he walked up to her.

Mikayla seemed temporarily paralysed while his eyes raked in the swells of her breast that heaved under her shirt. The loose buttons allowed him a glimpse of something black and lacy but luckily, her trance was immediately broken when he opened his mouth once more.

"You infuriate me sometimes!" Damien admitted while his gaze moved to her face to locked with hers.

"Why? Because you have this idea in your head that I'm going to sleep around with your business partners and mess up your dealings? I thought you said I was a prude?" Mikayla asked as she placed her hands on her hips the movement causing the gap in her shirt to open wider.

"No! You had me fooled into thinking that you were a more respectable woman!" Damien countered as he did his best to keep his eyes focused on her face.

"I am! I said that I wanted something real..." Mikayla's words died down in her throat as a sudden realisation hit her, "This is because I said I won't sleep with you, isn't it? Is that what this little tantrum is about? Bruised ego?"

She scoffed and moved to walk past him and go into the bathroom. Grabbing onto her elbow Damien stopped her and spun her around to face him, pulling her against his body.

"Bruised ego, maybe..." Damien's eyes continued to roam over her face as his body reacted to hers being pressed up against him. "But as much as you think I'm an asshole, I do care about you as my employee and more importantly as a person Mikayla. You don't know these men like I do, they'll use you."

His body was tense as he held her to him, she was so close, the scent of her perfume had been driving him crazy all day, he wanted to kiss her so badly.

Mikayla looked up at Damien, the heat of his hard body against hers felt so good, "Damien, men are men. Whether they are poor or rich; black, white or green, they use women. Not all men of course, but I am observant enough to know such and I'm not immune or naïve to that fact! I'd like to think that I'm smart enough to make such decisions on my own. Especially when it comes to mixing business and pleasure, I would never do anything to jeopardize your image as well as the reputation of your company."

"That makes one of us then," Damien murmured before his lips suddenly crashed down onto hers as he enveloped her in his arms.

Mikayla was stunned.

The feel of Damien's lips as they devoured hers was unlike anything that she had imagined and she whimpered as his tongue begged to enter her mouth while teasing her bottom lip.

Something inside her snapped as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her lips to grant him access.

As their tongues touched, they both moaned passionately. The pent-up desire that they had for each other over the last few weeks was finally getting a chance to spill forward.

One minute they were yelling at each other, the next they were consuming each other's lips. This is healthy, Mikayla mused while Damien's heated kisses killed any further thoughts. The feel of his low beard sending tingles across the skin of her face, causing her to push herself into him even more.

Pushing her back against the dresser, Damien's hands groped generously at her big firm ass before he lifted Mikayla easily onto the piece of furniture. The way he roughly kissed her showed his need for her and it was obvious in the way that his lips claimed her that he had been wanting for this moment to happen.

Mikayla wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his hips to anchor against her pelvis wanting him as much as he wanted her. He could feel the heat radiating from her centre as his hands pulled at the clasp that held her curls together in a curly ponytail, allowing her thick tresses to spill over into his hands.

Damien had imagined often times about running his fingers in her hair and here he was, fingers buried firmly, gripping her soft coils tightly as he deepened their kiss, coaxing soft whimpers from her. It was better than what he had fantasized about, she was so responsive to him, causing his pride to swell as it was his touch and kisses that had her writhing against him.

Their body's explosive reaction shocked him; they hadn't done anything but kiss. Yet, the feeling was so euphoric that a part of him was almost afraid to see what making love to her would be like. He knew for sure that once he had a taste of her, he would not be able to let go, he would always want more.

Mikayla had never been kissed like this in her life. She could admit that she felt a bit inexperienced the moment their lips touched, but Damien had taken control and beckoned her to follow his lead. What started out as a slightly awkward caress for her soon turned into a frenzied kiss that was so perfectly in sync that it felt like they had been kissing all their lives.

The whimpers that she made drove him insane, causing his manhood to grow and throb in his pants. Mikayla moaned more into Damien's mouth, her hands tightening in his hair, the feel of his engorged erection pressing against her. Moving her hips in slow movements she began to rub against him, her panties completely drenched. Feeling her sensual movements caused Damien to abruptly break their kiss and bury his face in her neck as they breathed heavily.

"I'm sorry Mikayla, I overstepped my boundaries," Damien said between ragged pants.

Her legs tightened around his waist, holding him in place, "Are you really sorry?"

Kissing her neck softly, "Yes and no. I'm not sorry I kissed you, I've been wanting to kiss that pouty mouth of yours ever since I first saw you at Northefielde's," Damien said as he raised his head to look into her eyes.

Moving her hands to palm his cheeks, her brown eyes stared into his aquamarine ones.

Being so close to him, she had a front row view to the flecks of yellow that glittered around his iris' and it took her breath away. Mikayla was still in shock from his revelation, a part of her glad that she wasn't the only one that had been thinking such things.

Forcing herself out of her thoughts she asked, "And the yes part?"

"I'm sorry if my actions offended you." Damien replied.

With slow movements, Mikayla moved forward and kissed him boldly, her lips teasing his, "They clearly did not."