CHAPTER 6

It's been a week since the kiss incident, with Alexander behaving as if it never happened, for him it's business as usual. The case is not the same for Pamilerin, being around him makes her feel things she did not want to feel, it's like he is sucking the air around her, anytime he is close. This days he seems to be needing her to do a lot of things for him, and it usually involve being close to him.

There was a time he asked her to forward a document she was working on to him, which she did, but he insisted he could not find it on his computer. He told her to come over and check it on his system. She felt a bit taken aback when he offered his seat to her, hovering around her while she searched his computer. His aftershave teased her nostrils, causing a fission of awareness to pass through her. She had to resend it to him, but not before he had tormented her senses.

Now he has called her again, for the umpteenth time, into his office. She smoothed down her black pencil dress, taking in a deep breath before heading to his office. Pamilerin found his door partly opened, with voices coming from inside. She eased the door open gently, trying not to barge in, and she smiled when Lewis came into view with Alexander at his side.

"Hello Lewis" offering him a smile, he was on his way out.

"Hello Pamilerin, looking lovely as ever—your Highness," dipping low with a bow, as he left his office.

"Your highness you called?

"You two looks chummy, now you are calling him Lewis, do you know that its few close friends that he allows to call him by his first name?" He questioned, standing straight and tall with his hands in his pocket. He crossed the room to his bookshelf, leaning on it.

"He asked me to, your highness, we are friends"

"Indeed, you seems to be friends with half of my staffs now, I guess I'm the only one you don't want to be friends with uh?" Giving her a pointed look.

Pamilerin barely managed to contain her surprise, "I don't know how to respond to that, your Highness" her hands fluttered in the air like a wind-blown butterfly. "I mean—"

"What you don't think a King is also human uh?"

Pamilerin turned to glance at him, that was her mistake, she did not know when he left his rest place to stand behind her. Her breath came out in a rush as heat flared between them. Alexander put his hand on her wrist, he felt the leap of her pulse beneath his fingers.

"Please don't Your highness" she stutters.

"Don't what?" He mutters.

"Don't touch me"

"Why is that?" He stroked her inner wrist with his thumb. "Do I affect you that much?" Still running his thumb gently down to her palm and up her inner elbow, Pamilerin was frozen in place, her pulse hammering, heart fluttering.

"I think it's time for me to stop denying what's between us."

"There's nothing between us," she nearly choked on her words, "I thought you called me here for work, your highness." She tried to pull free.

"Alexander" he whispered.

"What?" Confusion lacing her voice.

"My name, say it. I want to hear you say it." He wasn't letting go.

"I can't…stop doing as if we are lovers. Please, I don't—"

"I beg to differ."

"Could you just stop."

"Make me." He could see the indecision in her eyes, the desire as well as the doubt. All she needed was the tiniest bit of incentive, the merest push to tumble her into temptation, and he was more than willing to give it. "Stop over thinking this" he murmured as he dropped his head so his lips were just a breath away from hers. He could hear her breath, uneven and ragged, "What are you afraid of?" His lips nearly brushing hers.

"Alexander," she whispered, and he kissed her. Her arms came up around his shoulders, and she revelled in the sheer size and power of him. His tongue probes and seek, she could do nothing but surrender to the onslaught of desire bombarding her body and brain. Past caring that they are in his office, she clings to him. He gently pulled back after kissing her thoroughly, removing any doubt from her mind. She was still reeling from the after effects of it, gazing at him with want and desire. It filled him with pride that he had done that to her. Desire course through his body, he felt a stirring and he realized he was semi-aroused. Could it be?

He decided not to celebrate victory yet until he has seen his doctor. For now he will hold on to what he has, from all indication Pamilerin is not repulsed by his scar like he thought, this time he is very sure, she is attracted to him.

"What does this mean?" She asked, meeting his gaze, confusion written in her eyes.

"It means I want you, and you want me too" he replied. Steering her to the off-white sofa beside the bookshelf. He gently sat down beside her. Her fingers trembled within Alexander grasp. "Relax"

"I can't! One minute you are acting all cold and bossy, the next you are kissing me. What do you want from me?" Getting agitated.

"Well for now I want to get to know you, and we see how it goes from there"

"Really?"

"Really" amusement lacing his voice.

"Fine, but just so you know, I'm not going to sleep with you, King or not" she declares.

"I can wait," he said with arrogance, but deep inside he hoped that there would be a remedy to his problem soon.

A definite decision needed to be made and soon. Alexander prowled around in his room, deep in thought. The masters' suite was painted an off-white colour and housed a stainless-steel four-poster bed with an upholstered headboard, which was custom made, with green patterned bedding. A sofa was placed at the foot of the bed, with two glass stools in front, and the floor was covered with a grey Persian rug. The masters' suite had its own adjoining bathroom, painted white, with a waterworks sink fitting.

He did not want to appear overly eager with Pamilerin now that things are going according to plan. He is sure that, she will soon be eating right out of his palm. He planned to court her and sweep her off her feet. He already had it figured out, one month for courting her, the next month he will put his ring in her finger. He will give her a month to get use to the idea of them being together and after that, the wedding will take place.

Alexander is certain his decision will get the chiefs off his back, including his nephew who thought he can steal what belongs to him. At the thought of his nephew, he mutters a silent oath. The last time Alexander saw him was six months ago. But he heard he is now in town, Alexander knew he has started sniffing around, waiting. He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, his gaze landed on the small picture frame sitting on the bedside mantle. His wife, Isabella was a beautiful woman, he realized that the fire and intense attraction he felt with Pamilerin was not the same he had with his wife, in a way he felt guilty for thinking like that, but he shrugs it off.

Alexander switched off his bed lamp and laid down, his thoughts in motion. It is going to be a long night.

He was not the only one that could not sleep. Pamilerin tossed around for what seems like the umpteenth time. The conversation she had with Alexander kept her awake. She still finds it odd that he wants to get to know her, not that she is belittling herself in anyway, but still everything seems too good to be true. A King, not just any ordinary man. She accepts that she is very much attracted to him and can't deny how warm and fuzzy she feels inside anytime he touches her. She may not be experienced as such, but she is definitely not naive, it bothers her a bit about how compose and unruffled he was on the two occasions they've made out. While she was all excited and arouse clinging to him. It still feels her with embarrassment how easy it was for him to affect her in such way.

May be I'm indeed naive about men.

There is no way she can hide what's happening—about to happen—from her parents, especially now that Alexander has asked her out on a date.

A date with the King, but she is not sure she is ready. Her privacy will be trampled on, the moment the media caught a whiff of any budding relationship with him. In the end She will be the one affected the most. "I must be silly to have even entertain the thought of him and me together in the first place. It will never work. He is just looking for a fling" she thought to herself. "Besides what could come out of dating him, when it's obvious it will lead nowhere."

"But he told you he wants to get to know you, and he will wait," another part of her whispers.

"How can a grown man, that sexual, just want to know me? I was not born yesterday," she said out loud. "It's obvious he is up to something, and I will not be ruled by my desires. I will do my job, and once he gets a new secretary, I will leave." Her resolve was now stronger than ever, Pamilerin closed her eyes. In the morning she will let him know of her decision.