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CHAPTER 2: COCK BLOCK

Julian gave an easing smile when he told Tessa, the woman he had just met, "We could grab a drink now, and discuss further."

He took her business card and placed it inside his pocket.

"I'd rather we go outside where we can hear ourselves if you want to talk about it now." She replied calmly.

For a man who knew his charm, he was intrigued to see a young woman who did not give into his charms, but truth be told, that was not all there was to it. For one, he felt the strong electrifying pull towards this woman when their hands brushed. He could feel the attraction he had for her on his skin.

He could not help but think of different positions he could put her in, and for one, he did not go around shaking women and thinking of positions to put them in and this was his first. He could only attribute this as a fatal attraction, even for him.

If he was going to work with this woman, then she was going to be the death of him.

Seeing her nod her head and part her little but full lips when she said, "That's fine too," he didn't know why he felt heat at his lower part. It was official that this woman was dangerous. But was he perturbed? Not.

"Yeah, that's fine." He answered.

He led her out of the room filled with guests and they went to a pavilion which had sit-out benches. The bustle of the event was like a background noise at the pavilion and Tessa, the woman was more busy looking around the pavilion and secretly gushing. He knew that through the twinkle of her eyes and the way her lips crinkled in a half-satisfied smile.

Fair enough, the pavilion was a beauty on its own, a shy one. The lighting of the pavilion was topnotch and beautiful, the kind that women loved to be in the place they would be proposed to.

They both sat down on the pavilion and there was a moment of comfortable silence till Julian broke it, he leaned forward, the heat between them steaming up even more with his proximity, "So, I need a travel chef."

"Hmm." He watched her expression transform into a serious one, her shoulders squaring and her back straightening. This had to be her business position.

Why did he find it even sexier? Ahh, this woman would be the death of him.

"Right." She immediately took out her phone, "Excuse me, I need to take notes."

"It's fine." He answered leaning in lazily and watching her side profile as she typed furiously on her phone for a brief moment before she sat up again.

She raised her head to meet his eyes on her with an interested gaze. His gaze was so intense it felt like he saw through her soul, this made Tessa squirmer.

"So what is the duration of this travel?" She asked, maintaining her composure.

"A month, approximately." Julian drawled.

"Okay," she was busy noting this down, "What part of the world?"

"Oh, just New York City." He answered, his eyes melting into hers when she looked up at him.

She looked away and cleared her throat, "Okay, that works fine, everyone on my team is capable hands and can take on your taste with relative ease, any special allergies or dislikes?"

Her voice was like a soothing soft breeze but if he heard her correctly, she meant her team members might be the ones attending to him.

He wanted her to attend to him instead.

"Not a picky eater, just seafood, not a fan of seafood." He shook his head and decided it was enjoyable to watch this woman he just met in her element.

"Okay..." Tessa typed away, "So, male or female, which gender do you prefer to work for you? We prioritize your comfortability so just in case you have a girlfriend or a spouse who may not be comfortable having a female around, you can have a male chef— "

His face darkened with every word she said, unknowing to himself even.

"Oh my god! So presumptuous of me, well, if your boyfriend or husband will be uncomfortable around a male chef, we can also recommend one of our quality female chefs who will accompany you and cater to your stomach needs." She rambled.

His face darkened even more, he didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. Did she just think he was gay?

Hah! Here he was, thinking of how to lure her to his bed and all she was thinking about was whether or not he had a girlfriend or boyfriend or wife or husband.

"All in all, we promise that we offer a high level of confidentiality and professionalism and that —"

"I never said I wanted your teammates or whoever." He interrupted her.

There was a clueless and confused expression on her, "But..."

"I want you." He leaned away but he still caught the dumbstruck look on her face, "You will be paid heavily for time, that is a given."

"But..."

"Tessa, there are no buts, it's either you or the Contract won't be happening in the first place."

It would have been a bruise go his ego that she was trying to shirk him off but then again, everything about this woman was interesting and thrilling.

She breathed in and put on a smile, "I understand, we will have a deal then, my team will contact you, and we will fix a date for a taste test where you have a taste of taste of any meal of your choice to know what we will be offering you and if there are any complaints or corrections according to your preference."

He did not know why but he hated the sound of her heavy reference to her 'teammates'.

"Tomorrow is fine, this trip is next week by the way." He gauged her expression but she nodded and answered, "That's fine then, please do communicate your address to the email address written on the card, we will head to your stipulated location, tomorrow."

We? This woman knew to draw the line.

"We will finalize the deal tomorrow then, and you get to name your price." He nodded.

"Now that we've had that out of the way..." He leaned closer, his breath fanning against her neck,

"Can we address this?" He pointed between both of them.

Tessa's eyes widened. She had thought she had been the only one who felt it but he also felt it too. The chemistry.

But... She shouldn't. She braced herself, ready to deny anything and everything but with the way his cologne (which was so edible by the way) wafted through her nose and his eyes darted towards her lips, her resolve was already a melted mess dumped in a dustbin fairway from her mind's reach.

She squirmed and denied, "What thing?"

She did not sound as convincing as she wanted to sound, this was not looking good at all.

"Do you want me to show you?" His voice was raspy, rich, and dark. It sent shivers down her spine, shivers of excitement.

She shouldn't be doing this, and for the nth time, she was reminding herself like a mantra. She could stop him, she could stand and leave, she could —

"I don't mix business with pleasure." Her stupid mouth quivered as she said. She almost faces palmed at this. She had internally agreed to disagree about knowing anything about what he was saying but this? She had already opened a little fat mouth to prove she knew what he meant.

"Me too, but here's an exception right?" His words trailed down his throat as his lips fell on hers in a soft wave,

"If you don't want this tell me to stop." He said gently and went ahead to grab her lips into his slowly and intensely. Tessa was a goner at this kiss as her brain went blank like an empty sheet of paper. So much for being a professional.

His hand tightened around her neck slightly, his fingers threading slowly through her hair. He deepened his kiss and her body without her consent arched against him with a sense of urgency as the kiss grew hotter.

Tessa melted into Julian's hands in just a kiss, a moan escaping from her mouth against him.

"Fuck !" He muttered to himself as his hands roamed down to mounds. Tessa who for two years had never been touched by any living man almost let out a cry when his hand slipped into the V-opening of her dress and cupped her bouncy mounds.

She ground herself against him and matched his kiss with the intensity that grew in her veins. He massaged her mounds and flicked her tits with his fingers, her tits going rock hard at his touch.

"Oh, fuck." She moaned against him, arching her waist and grinding herself against him.

He immediately and abruptly pulled back, a tight smile on his face as they both breathed hard, "This is what I meant."

What. The. Fuck ?!

She could see the desire in his eyes and she could also see his little guy poking from beneath his trouser, threatening to be seen and she wanted a release, why stop halfway?

Julian took a deep breath and stood to his feet. "Tomorrow, you tell me what you want, maybe we could continue from where we stopped?" He said and with that, he fixed her dress gently while she stared in a daze and walked off like he didn't just cock block her.

Fuck him! In every sense yeah.