Affair With The Arrogant CEO

A waiter swings by their groups, offering them champagne flute. Liam shows up from no one. Isabella beams at him. “I guess we shouldn’t be surprised that you’re fashionably late.” Tyler and the rest looks at her in awe, wondering how she got so close to him within few months. “Damn, Isabella! You looking to get laid tonight?” He looks at her from head to toe, feeling aroused by her short dress.

“Really Liam? Must you be so uncivilized?” Madelyn asked, glaring at him.”I’ve always been maverick.”

“Good to see you too, Liam.” Ethan interrupts him. Liam nods to his brother before he walks off. Isabella excused herself and dashes towards Liam by the table. “Hm! Couldn’t resist following me, huh?” He teases her. “That, and I needed a snack.” She grabs a plate of small chops. As she turns back, Liam lifts his hand and tenderly strokes her cheek. “What are you doing?” She asked in awe. “Seeing if I can turn Ethan Grayson into a red bull. Just look at him.”

She subtly glances over her shoulder. Sure enough, Ethan is watching intensely, his jaw tight and his eyes hard. He looked enraged. “Fun, isn’t it? I bet we could make him positively explode if we kiss...” She looks back at Ethan, trying to gauge his reaction, when she realizes. She ignores him and saunters away as Ethan heaves a sigh of relief.

Walking back to her group, Ethan extends a hand, eyes unreadable. She looks around, Madelyn wasn’t anywhere near. “May I have this dance, Ms. Jonathan.” He interrupts her reverie. “um... of course.” With her heart pounding in her throat, she takes his hand and let him lead the way to the dance floor. He holds her close, and she could almost forget that this is his engagement party with another woman. She leans back a little so she could look at his face. “Never knew Mr. Grayson could dance this much.” She teases him, beaming. “Did you think dancing with me would be...”

“No, I don’t mean that! It’s just that we haven’t been this close since... uh... since we...”

“Since my hands were on you in the back of the limo?” He completes her sentence. “Since we found ourselves tangled in each others arms in your office that night months ago....” He then lets go of her. “Maybe we should find different dancing partners.”

“But the song isn’t over yet.” She protested. “It’s not about the song, and you know that.” He then moves a little closer to her ear. With his husky voice, he whispered. “You know how hard it is for me to control myself when I get too close to you.”

“Then don’t . It’s just one dance. We don’t even have to talk.” Without hesitation, he grabs her again as his eyes meets hers. She wished she could tell what he was thinking.

He swallows. “I know that shouldn’t, but... my hands feels glued to you. And no matter how close I am...” he spins her out holding on to her hand. “...I want you closer.” He spins her back, little too hard and her body presses flush against his. “Funny enough you can’t get much closer than this. He leans in to whisper in her ear. “That is where you’re very, very wrong.”

Ethan shifts his hands down to her hips and guides her back so her arms are around his neck. even though there are only inches between them, the extra space feels like a chasm.

She casts around for something to talk about doesn’t sound like foreplay, or a breakup. “It’s such a beautiful party, Ethan. I hope you’re having a wonderful time.” His gaze lingers on her for a moment. “Probably not as much as I should be, all things considered.”

“Oh? Let’s get that fixed.” She traces her hands along his shoulders, down his sides to his waist. She closes the distance and press her hips to his. “This seems... dangerous.” She let’s out a hearty laugh, a feminine one. “That’s what makes it fun, Mr. Grayson.”

“I know we should probably talk.” She glances around, still no sign of Madelyn or Liam. Just her coworkers enjoying themselves. “But this isn’t the place. It’s okay, Ethan. Just dance with me.” She turns and grinds her hips against his. She smirks as she spins around his arms until her back is against his chest, and her hips are still pressed together. His fingers clutch her waist desperately as she sways her hips back and forth against his. She relish the feeling of her body against his, hungry to be closer.