Part 17

/His POV/

After the visit to his parent's house, Damon couldn't stop thinking and finally decided that he needed to ask Mia about the dinner. The CEO was still annoyed that his mother was trying to set her up with someone else. Why does he care? He shook his head at that and swiftly walked to his office.

As soon as the CEO stepped in, Damons eyes automatically travelled towards Mia instead of just walking by, and he wished he hadn't seen her.

His assistant was wearing this white v-neck that showed off her long arms and the dip between her chest. All he wanted was to honestly jump over the desk and litter her skin with marks. Make sure to get every inch of it and let others know who she belonged to. The thought caused him to suppress a groan.

"Miss Grace," He cleared his throat when he noticed an employee staring at them.

Startled, she looked up, her eyes wide and mouth slacked. "Uhh...Sir?"

"I said, good morning."

Mia blinked, still reeling from the initial shock. "Good morning sir."

Maybe he did take her back. Afterall Damon wasn't a charming man in the morning. Most of the times he barely said anything than a nod. Shaking his head, he pushed the door and stepped inside.

Few minutes passed by when he heard a knock on his door. His assistant put his coffee on the table and took a step back, facing him.

"Excited to hear your agenda for the day?" Mia asked.

"Definitely. Lay it on me." He teased.

She challengingly met his eyes. "Oh, I would love to lay on you, sir."

Damon shifted in his seat. He should have known. Mia was not the one to easily back down from something. Mostly when it involved him, he met her eyes, probing her to continue.

"You have a meeting with Conan again from ten until eleven, pretty long. Also, your lawyer called and said that you needed to sign some papers. So your lunch is booked"

Damon scrubbed his hand down his face with a nod. He's not frustrated about the work; somewhat Mia who's dressed so perfectly that he wants to run his hand down her body. It's not the right time.

"Come get me when it's time for our meeting."

"Yes, sir."

See- and that too. The way Mia can say something so simple and innocent and make it sound like they're in a cheap porno or something. It's despicable but also really got to him.

When it's time for the meeting, Mia strutted in wearing her tight black pants, heels clinking against the floor and IPad tucked under her shoulder. She stood by the wall and maintained a blank face.

"Come with me," She whispered, looking up at him under her eyelashes.

The CEO tried to keep his eyes on her, but it's just really, genuinely impossible, so he ogled Mia's collarbones and chest. Shaking his head, he stood up to let her guide him again.

"Be professional, sir," She mumbled with a grin on her face, looking over her shoulder.

He got caught staring, but he didn't care.

***

They're sat at the back of the room while Conan started talking about the issue of lowering or raising taxes, and he was incredibly glad for Mia taking notes because he's honestly just not feeling it today. Even though he's the CEO, no one seemed to be staring at him for input and are just lobbing ideas out into the open.

In an instance of pity, Damon placed his hand on her thigh. He's bored, alright. And it's just for comfort.

Mia made it a full half-second before whipping her head over so she can stare at him right in the eye. No one notices the exchange; their mouths still running and hands flailing, but to Damon, everyone else was nonexistent. He searches her face for any sign of discomfort and moved his hand further up her thigh, his actions hidden under the mahogany table. His assistant's expression remained somewhat of a shocked state, but it quickly turned into a sly smirk.

He arched his brow at that. Why was she not affected?

Just as he was about to ask her, he felt the soft touch of her hands. She pulled his hand and placed it directly in between her thighs. Damon took a sharp breath. What was she doing? His heart was pounding so loud, and he can feel lust to take over his body and cause red to stain his cheeks and make his toes curl in his Armani shoes. Just so he can ease his mind, he shot a glance around the room, and when he saw that no one was looking at him, his hand stayed there.

Mia was letting out fast and sharp bursts of air, her chest rising and falling quickly and if there weren't a load of people in the room, he'd move his palm down harder and make her come.

The meeting went on, all, while he had his hand on her and Mia, continued to take notes with her shaking right hand. Things were fine until his assistant started just barely to move her hips up to get more friction.

Damon grunted under his breath, feeling the warmth and heat in between her legs. His sound was loud enough to make everyone turn their attention to him. The CEO immediately retracted his hand and maintained a calm posture.

"Are you alright, Mr Rossi?" One of the associates asked eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, sir. Are you okay?" Mia softly cooed from his beside, her eyelashes fluttering. That minx.

"Perfectly fine. Just not feeling extremely well today."

"Perhaps we ought to reschedule? We've discussed an awful lot today, and I'm sure-"

Mia was about to deny when Damon nodded his head. It could happen later when he's not involved and occupied with the thoughts of spreading her open on his desk. "Yes! Great idea! I'll let Miss Grace get back to you soon."

"Thank you, gentlemen."

They all nodded and stood up, shuffling out of the room after a few more words of encouragement. All while he could feel Mia's gaze boring into him. Once they closed the door behind them, Damon turned to her.

"Now, where were we?"

***

He groaned, leaning over and allowing to suck on a perfect nipple, which made her tug on his hair again. The burn to his scalp felt good. Various number of thoughts floated around his head. There was nothing in this world that he wanted more than to bury himself inside her. She had me so addicted that it's insane to imagine not having my daily fix of her body.

Sliding his hands over her body, Damon let his fingers roam around the waistband of her panties. Mia arched into his touch, a moan slipping out of her parted mouth. Meeting her eyes, he gripped at the delicate peach fabric. Silk satin. He wanted to rip it off her skin.

"Go ahead and rip it ... you know you want to do this," His assistant murmured in his ear as if she read his mind. Half a second later, her silk panties were nothing but torn fabric in the conference room.

***

As soon as they were done, Damon laid on the couch, her naked body pressing against his. He didn't want to let her. Not just yet. She was looking at him again when he glanced over, face frustratingly impassive.

"So..." Mia started slowly.

The CEO scrambled for something to say - something normal and rational and pleasant. After all, they just had sex, and he didn't want to spoil that mood.

"My mother wants to set you up with someone" Damon blurted out, horror following as that statement registered in his brain.

Mia blinked at him, taken aback, then frowned. "I..." she started, at a loss of words before continuing almost offended. "And what did you say to that?"

"Nothing"

"Right" She made a noise, her brows furrowing.

Damon sat up, not caring that he was naked as a day he was born. "Look I didn't know what to say. It's not like it matters anyway" He added stiffly.

Mia crossed her arms, scoffing. "Right, I got that pretty clearly."

"What does that mean?"

"Do you want me to spell it for you?" She hissed defensive.

"Mia! It's not a big deal" He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around himself protectively. Anger and hopelessness swirled through his insides, and he clenched his fists to stop himself from screaming. "It's not like you are set to marry him. There's nothing to worry about."

Mia stood up, already tugging on her bra.

Why was she mad at him? It's not like he could tell his mother that he's sleeping with Mia. And without any strings attached. She will chew his ear off. And his father. Don't even get him started on that. Did she not think about that?

A throbbing pain began forming in his temples, and he knows it's only going to get worse. Suddenly, he felt queasy. Not ready to go through with the dinner plan. There's nothing he can do about it though.

***