His Secret Desire - Part 1 (An Erotic Romance Serial Novel) by Alana Davis Page B

The same Dave Schuman who is
married with two beautiful daughters that he feels compelled to show to every
single person who talks to him for more than two minutes?” “Yes, but he never talks about his wife, now
does he?” An evil smirk spread across Emily’s face. She winked and tried to
suppress her giggles. “Very funny. You’re terrible, you know that?” “Oh, lighten up. What about Dennis Malick?” “The gambling-addict whose wife left him last
year after he bankrupted them in one all-out downward spiral of a weekend?” “Yeah, but just imagine the time in Vegas he
could show you!” Emily said. I was laughing with Emily. It felt good to be
having lunch with her, talking about some of the men in the office. To be
honest, anything beat moping at my computer desk brooding over my life. Each
one of the men looked less appealing than the last, but even talking about
dating anybody was exciting. And who knows, maybe I would start seriously
dating again. Emily was right, it had been too long since my last date. I
wasn’t about to lie down and be some “fun time” for some rich-boy, but maybe I
could meet a guy worth dating. A good, nice guy. “Alright, so you’re too good for all of these
guys, huh? What about Alexander Strauss? Would you be too good for him?” Emily
asked. “Come on! Really? You think I’d want to date
that old gauntly looking creep? I just imagine his black eyes staring at me in
an attempt to suck out my soul or something,” I said with disgust. “What are you talking about?! Do you even know
who I’m talking about?” Emily asked, shocked. She took out her phone, her fingers quickly
working on the screen. Holding the phone out so close to me it was practically
touching my face, Emily let out a histrionic breath of disappointment. “Does this look like some gauntly creep to
you?” It certainly did not. My heartbeat quickened.
The portrait on Emily’s phone showed a man with beautiful, piercing blue eyes
that seemed to stare out at me through the screen, not in an attempt to suck
out my soul but to melt it. My attraction was immediate in a way that I had
never experienced before. His faced showed little
emotion; a slight smile that exuded a professionalism necessary to his stature
in the company, nothing more. His hair framed his sharp features that commanded
my attention. An internal struggle was already developing inside of me. He was
beautiful like a god. As if in defiance of me, my eyes would not
look away from Emily’s screen. I fought against telling Emily that he was
unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I did not want to reveal how I really felt. “He’s probably some arrogant prick,” I blurted
out loudly. “Inherited daddy’s company and probably thinks he’s better than the
entire world that was handed to him on a silver plate.” I looked up. At first, I thought Emily had
completely lost interest in me. The phone slowly descended as Emily’s arm fell.
Emily was ghost-white. Her mouth hung open every so slightly. She made no sound. A rush of panic struck at
my heart immediately. It began beating so fast that I feared it might explode
in my chest. Emily’s eyes were looking at something behind me. Fighting every
impulse to stand up and run away, the impulse that filled every inch of my
being with the need to not turn around, I slowly looked behind me. Mr. Strauss stood before me, a group of men
silently waiting behind him. My mouth ran dry. Not a single word would come to
my lips to save me. I could only stare, hoping that I at least looked composed.
An amused expression adorned his face as he scanned me up and down. Slowly. Standing so close, I could feel heat radiating
from him as though he were the sun on a warm summer’s day. An impulse to stand
up and grab him shot through my mind like a bullet tearing through its intended
target. The photograph on the phone was nothing in comparison to the man in
person. His tall stature loomed over me for what seemed like