The Arrogant CEO's Assistant

Kyle's POV

The redhead on my lap grinded as if her entire life depended on it. She was very pretty, I'll give her that. Big bossoms and lusty eyes, exactly the kind of features that drove me crazy. But I guess I just wasn't into it today.

"Mr. Blackwell," She whispered in a sultry voice, manicured claws dragging down the fabric of my suit shirt. "Why don't we go get a room upstairs? You get a special discount for checking in with m-"

As if I'd ever be caught dead in one of the cheap hotel rooms of this shabby place. I grabbed her hand that was creeping towards a dangerous area and gently removed her from my body. As gently as I could manage anyway.

Sighing, I turned to my brother who was making out with his own woman and grunted, put off by the unpleasant sight. "Kalen, why this club of all places?"

It took a few seconds but Kalen managed to unlatch himself from her tentacles. He was flushed and staring at her lips and I couldn't help but wonder, surely the kiss couldn't have been that good...

Kalen sighed and I raised an eyebrow. His obvious unwillingness to answer was getting more suspicious with every second that passed. Yet, I didn't press him. If run down alcohol houses were his preferences now, then I had no intentions of discouraging him.

Now that I didn't have a whole ass human being trying to melt onto my body, I could fucking breathe. Kalen was visiting from our home back in another state and insisted on spending our time together with booze and women.

He literally dragged me here immediately after I closed from work and because we hadn't seen each other in so long, I didn't have it in me to complain. But ultimately, I'd resigned myself to my fate. At least we were in a VIP section away from the rest of the partying crowd, secluded so the music wasn't pounding in our ears.

I picked my glass of scotch from the table in front of me and took a sip, my eyes scanning the room idly. A few minutes of this passed until work from earlier today started filtering into my mind, a sign that I was mentally done with this place and just waiting to leave.

I'd mentally dissolved into sorting and planning for the company. But even in my distraction, it was impossible to have missed the sight of her.

The angel.

Time slowed to a complete stop as I took her in. Her eyes shone bright against the dreary background surrounding, lips so sinfully red and pouty, it made me want to kneel at her feet and beg for the mercy of a taste.

I watched as the angel flipped her hair as she laughed at something her friend said, mesmerizing in the halo that surrounded her. I couldn't hear the sound from where I was but I knew it sounded golden.

It should have been impossible for her to know I was watching her, but maybe she was truly a supernatural being because her gaze snapped to mine the next second, as if she'd been able to feel my eyes on her.

And my heart dropped to the bottom of my chest.

It quickly turned into a game. She'd glance when she thought I wasn't looking and I'd wait for her to do so, then catch her. And satisfied, I'd grin and she'd blush so hotly I could see it in the dim lighting and look away.

We spent a while doing this till I didn't know when I'd signaled one of the VIP waiters and pulled a thick wad of cash from my wallet. "That lady over there. Buy her a drink and let her know she's welcome to join me."

I'm a man aware of my appeal. I know the power my looks hold over women, but even then for the first time in my life, I felt my confidence waver. Maybe she wasn't going to accept my invitation.

I watched as the angel picked the drink the waiter paid for and took a sip, glancing at me coyly over the rim. Then, she whispered something to her drunk friend and finally, by some miracle, started coming over in my direction. And my lips curled up into a victorious smirk.

Once she got to me, I stretched out a hand, keeping the heated eye contact as she placed hers in mine.

"Hi," She breathed shyly and God if that didn't make me feel like a big, lurking predator toying with his prey.

She stood over me where I sat, swaying a little weirdly. "Hi, Miss..."

"Silvie." She replied. "Just Silvie. And you?"

Grinning, I said, "Kyle." then tugged her down to sit beside me, as close to me as possible. "Silvie." I rolled the name around on my tongue. "I hope I'm not interrupting the fun between you and your friend."

Silvie turned up to look at me and I could finally tell the colors of her irises. hazel. We were so close, I could feel the heat of her breath against my neck as she replied, and I bit down a groan at the feeling of aroused insanity creeping over me.

"Actually, no. She-" Silvie hiccuped, then continued. "She enc-encouraged me to come over." As I suspected. Her voice was like honey.

"Oh?" I replied lightly. "So you wouldn't have come over then." She blinked up at me, cheeks flushed and I trailed a finger down her exposed thigh. "Tell me, Angel. Are you the type to make a man beg?"

Silvie blushed at my revealed nickname for her. She seemed so shy it made my blood run hotter, but she surprised me by leaning into my touch, and my hand gripped that plush thigh fully in response. "Maybe. Would you have done so if I refused you?" She looked up at me provokingly from beneath fluttering eyelashes and I felt blood rush south, raising the fabric of my pants.

Oh, fuck.

Our faces had gotten closer. I could smell the drink on her breath, fruity with the unmistakable tang of spirit. Up close, I had the most perfect view of her angelic features. "Gorgeous." The word slipped out of my lips without my consent and Silvie blushed.

The atmosphere felt a million times hotter than a moment ago and I would have devoured her lips the next moment, but Silvie glanced somewhere to our right, eyeing something nervously. Something I'd forgotten even existed.

Kalen.

So she wasn't into PDA, huh? I'd completely forgotten my brother was still here with that woman. I'd forgotten the rest of the world, just wrapped up in Silvie's heat.

"Kalen." I called in annoyance. "Kalen, can you leave?"

Kalen was laughing at whatever conversation they were having and turned to answer me. "What?"

"Next room. Come on, man." I kept my voice tight, hoping he'd take the hint. Kalen seemed confused at first but using my eyes, I gestured secretly to Silvie in my lap who was twisting the hem of her blouse shyly. So fucking cute.

He understood, and the two herded themselves out of the room, but not before Kalen made sure I understood I owed him. Nothing a few grand couldn't fix.

The section was empty now though not enclosed, and I hoped the complete lack of privacy didn't still bother Silvie, but she turned to face me now, boldly sliding her hand up my chest. At this, I raised an eyebrow in surprise and felt my dick twitch, the excited little bastard. Her touch felt like heaven and I was guilty of the sin of greed. I wanted more.

"Angel," I tipped her chin higher, closer to my lips and felt something molten string tight in my guts. And as our lips slid in place, perfect as if orchestrated by fate-

-it snapped.

And I was pulling Silvie into my lap.

It started slow and languid, testing out the water. She tasted so sweet I couldn't stop myself from wanting more, from going in to get it. Soon, our mouths were clashing and the kiss turned deep.

"Kyle..." Silvie moaned my name and pulled back to slap her hand over her mouth, as if shocked such a sound could leave her lips. My hand on my waist gripped tighter at the moan, just to keep myself from doing something she couldn't handle.

Immediately I pulled her back and let our lips meet again, the hot slide of it fucking with my senses. This woman was so perfect, there was no way she was real.

I sucked on her tongue and she whined, and as much as it pained me, soon we had to separate for air, but I didn't leave her skin for one second. I nipped her lips, soft as a dream, then moved on to her chin and down her neck.

I kissed and sucked on her collarbones and she gasped, moaning a little louder this time. This had me grinning wolfishly at succeeding in pulling the sounds she was so intent on hiding out of her.

"Kyle..." She whined again, voice ascending, and I groaned. "Fuck, angel, do you have any idea how crazy you're making me."

Silvie's breaths started coming short and fast, and I was satisfied knowing she was just as turned on as me.

She seemingly started adjusting where she sat but soon, I realized what all her shifting movements were. She was rocking her ass into my hips, right on my half hard cock. I immediately slammed my lips back to hers, swallowing all her sweet little sounds and gripped her hips to control her movements.

"Silvie," I groaned and she responded with a high pitched moan. Making sure I was slotted in the right place, I grinded my hips into hers, feeling my cock swell to full length in my trousers.

Our voices blended together into the sweetest harmony I'd ever had the utter privilege of hearing and my little angel in my laps seemed so lost in the heat and feeling of what we were doing. At the sight, my blood burned hotter in my veins-I was going to get her to completion.

I grinded my hips faster and sucked on Silvie's lower lip and nearly went insane when she pulled back and threw her head back in ecstasy. This alone dragged me to the very precipice of climax and I moaned thickly and buried my head in her chest. The soft smell of perfume clouded my senses and it felt like I couldn't think.

If anyone ever asked me literally this afternoon if I foresaw dry humping a goddess in the dim lights of a seedy club like a horny teenager, I would sue them for defamation. Yet here I was. And there was no other place I wanted to be.

We were so close to falling off that sweet edge and I tightened my arms around Silvie's waist. Her lovely eyes slid open and I kissed her lips. But then she swayed funnily in my arms and her movement stuttered. "Silvie?" I rasped against her swollen lips.

Silvie had been quiet for a while, not doing much but moaning. All of a sudden, she lurched forward dizzily and held onto my shoulders, and immediately, the lust cleared from my eyes in concern. "Silvie?!"

The next moment, the sound of retching filled the noisy air and wetness seeped through my shirt. My mouth dropped open at the sight before me.

Silvie had thrown up all over my clothes.

Before I could even process it, Silvie was scrambling off my body, panic strewn all over her face and all I could do was stare up at her in disbelief.

"Fuck." She gasped. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I am so sorry. Oh God, I'm so-" Hiccup. "Sorry."

She was drunk. She'd been drunk the entire time.

I noticed she wasn't exactly sober from her hiccups and swaying, but I didn't think she was so far gone that she couldn't handle her liquor and would end up vomiting as a result of our rocky movements.

What. the. fuck?

Shaking, Silvie stumbled hastily away, murmuring apologies the entire time. "Hey! Get back here, you...!" I called by the time my senses caught up, but she was too far away, already getting lost in the crowd.

Groaning, I dragged my hands down my face and grimaced at the vomit clinging to my clothes. Disgusting, I know. I took off the shirt and slipped my outer suit on, considering searching for Silvie, but who the hell wanted to move around a crowd sporting a dick as hard as mine currently was?

I leaned forward and picked up my drink, needing the liquor desperately at the moment. Fuck. I didn't want to lose her.

God, I was pretty sure this angel in disguise was my soulmate, but somehow, I'd lost her because I couldn't react fast enough before she fled. The least she could have done was drop off her number.

Goddammit. My arousal had already simmered down, annoyance slowly taking its place.

I seriously considered damning the consequences and chasing after Silvie. I wasn't mad about what happened like she obviously thought and Frosthelm city is so huge I knew I'd never get the chance to see her again. But... I sighed and sank back into the couch.

I don't chase after women. They're not worth it. Not after what my ex did.