Chapter 227: Gut instincts
Matteo stood transfixed as he beheld Stella walk towards him in an outfit that threatened spill his senses. She wore a black latex button-up flay gown with long-sleeves pulled up to reveal only half of her forearms, and broad fold-out collars that imitated a suit jacket.
Her chest area was slightly revealed, but somehow, it left no sight of a cleavage for the peaks of her bosom. Only the swell through the dress, that rightly emphasized its natural allure, made it clear that she had most beautiful breasts that any man would want to feel more than see.
While she walked, her soft legs were revealed in the slit that started from her knee, but it was the black strap heels that made all the difference. It made him thank the heavens for its creator, for wearing it gave her steps the emphasis of a natural seductress.
At this point, he was tempted more than anything to rip open her buttons and savor everything hidden beyond his sight. With deep breaths, he prepared himself to speak, ridding his voice of any drawbacks, lest he expose his need for her.
"You’re late!" He mumbled as he walked back into his office, leaving the door open as significance for her to follow him in. She complied.
"I’m really sorry sir,"
"It’s alright." And he meant what he said. He knew that it was as a result of her going home late last night. In real sense, he was to be blamed for it. "But try to be early next time." He added hesitantly.
"Yes sir," She replied. Inside him, he asked himself how she was so calm around him when each passing day, his control threatened to ebb.
Stella studied his features, noting the strain in his entire being. He radiated a different kind of energy today. A sort of vulnerability that was strange to her. Was something happening to him? Or was he falling ill due to the wound?