Force of attraction

Her car ditched her on the road on her way to work. She leaned on the hood of her car frustratedly and held her chin. Getting a cab on this part of Aleshore was difficult because it was the adjoining expressway that led to the monarchical houses of Havana.

She had no idea what she would do on a morning like this. She was wearing block heels today, but it still hurt. She unstrapped both heels and kept them beside her feet. 

Three sleek black cars cruised past, and she struggled to keep her flaying skirt down. A Ford drove past right after. It wasn't supposed to bother her, but the car looked familiar. Her mind refused to leave it alone, so while she waited for a cab, she struggled to remember where she had seen the Ford.

Someone walked past her car on the pavewalk. A lady her age wearing a tank top and cargo pants. Her walking gait oozed overconfidence and purposefulness. Now Esmeralda had something else to think about other than the Ford.

Another person jogged past. She drew her eyes away from the girl with the overconfident gait and settled them on the jogger. Another lady whose yoga pants looked too small for her despite her petite size. Her shoes were something in the middle of being called sneakers and flats. The sides of the shoes even looked like that of ballet shoes. Maybe she dressed in the dark and pulled out the wrong shoe.

There was a loud shriek from the girl with the overconfident gait. Esmeralda dragged her eyes away from the weird looking shoes to check what was happening. She stood straighter at once. The jogger too was no longer jogging. The two ladies were screaming and jumping in excitement.

Prince Kain in all his morning glory striding towards her. Wait. Something was wrong. Why was he walking? He was drawing attention from people without his escorts trailing behind him. A black Ford was driving slowly behind him. Yes, the black car she had seen was his car. But why was he coming towards her?

A small crowd was forming on the pavewalk ahead. He stopped a few feet away from her, glancing at her barefoot and raising his brows questioningly. 

"Why are you out here, and barefooted?" His voice reminded her of the things he had done to her the day before. Her core seemed to be familiar with his voice already, because it was starting to get clammy. Traitorous body parts.

"My car broke down." She answered. His hands were tucked into his pants. His eyes raked her up and down, settling on her face after a thorough once over.

"We'll leave for work together, and my orderlies will take care of your car."

Was he acting nice or was this just an act of niceness? 

"I don't know what the problem might be. I need to be present so the fixer will hear from me."

"You'd rather go to work late than at the expense of your old car?" His cockiness was back.

"The car is not old." She retorted. The crowd was watching, and she was not sure what it was they were thinking was happening.

"Are you about to embarrass me in front of these people? I'm asking you kindly to follow me to my car." 

Esmeralda nodded. She was obliged to follow. Not only because she was his personal assistant, but because he was royalty. He looked quite composed for someone from a wolf bloodline. Aggressiveness; zero. Nagging; zero. Impatience; zero. She wanted to raise her hands to the sky to thank the high heavens.

She bent to pick her heels, hoping the crowd would disperse soon.

"Let me help with that." 

Help with what?

He crouched to her already bent position to collect one of the heels from her.

The crowd gasped. The ticklish sensation of his fingers on her ankles dulled her senses. What had come over Prince Kain?

She touched his shoulders. Her soft hand on his taut and broad shoulders was something to ponder about. He was a bulky hard mass of muscle.

"Sir, the crowd is watching. A public display like will trigger misconception. I can wear them myself."

"Are the straps too tight, I can loosen it if you want me to." His touch sent fireworks going off around her leg and heating up her skin.

His orderlies were out of their cars now, watching the prince make mockery of royalty.

She was too stunned to say anything.

"No. They are perfect." 

He went to the other leg and raised it, he brushed away the dust from under her feet and placed it on his thigh. Now the whole of Havana would have something interesting to talk about. 

In Havana there were no tabloids, the internet was not something people took seriously. But people would talk about it until different versions of the story would be arrived at.

She glanced around. More crowd. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. This was too much. She shook her leg, but he pressed her foot down on his lap instead. 

"Done." He announced, as though he had sewn the shoe and not just strapped it to her ankles. He let go of her leg gently and rose to his full height.

He was Adonis, and she was Aphrodite. She refused to look at the growing number of the crowd. 

"I have to get my bag from the car." She told him. He moved away to give her space. 

He pretended not to look at her behind as she stuck half of her body in the car to grab her phone and office files. Unlike yesterday, the slit on her gown today was in the middle, behind. The slit widened as she stretched further to reach her bag. 

His membrum virile  hardened at the sight of her milky thighs which were now visible as she raised one of her legs.

He looked away instantly when she finally came out of the car. Bag in hand and files cradled in her right arm, she walked to him.

"Shall we?" He asked typically. She nodded, falling into step with him.

Kain could not believe himself. The moment he saw her from his car, a principal magnetic force drew him to her. He tried to fight the magnetic pull for a minute, but in another minute, he forced Sergio to turn the Ford.

The force pulled him out of the car, leaving his orderlies wide-eyed and curious. It dragged him to her. She looked exactly like a diva in distress, only that she was barefoot; her heels standing close to her feet. She was sitting on the hood of her car. 

Despite the onlookers, he had done it. Why did he do it? A small voice in his head was gearing him on, giving him the hope that she could be the one. But there was another voice screaming at him for stopping condescendingly for a woman. And not just any woman, but his personal assistant. What was it that possessed him?

The force of attraction had possessed him. Plotted a coup inside of his head and overthrew his sense of reasoning.

Yesterday's event came flooding back and he stilled his subconscious, forcing it to sleep. He had tried pathetically to shapeshift in the presence of his father's councilmen. Embarrassment. Anger. Disappointment.

Esmeralda didn't go straight into his car. She stood behind him. 

"Did you forget anything?" He asked. 

Esmeralda shook her head. Kain wondered what the matter was with his personal assistant.

"Hand over your car key." 

Esmeralda didn't know if it was a command or request. It sounded like both to her. She gave it to him and he passed it to his head orderly who was sitting shotgun.

"Get in. We're late already." 

He waited until she was settled before sliding in next to her.

Their proximity reminded her of the mistake of yesterday. She scooted away from him, close to the door on the other side. 

His driver revved the engine, waiting for the first and second vehicle to lead the way. There were probably eight escorts at least that followed him to work every day.

"We can start from here. Have you updated my schedule?" 

Esmeralda nodded. Her breasts jiggled as she did so. Kain's eyes drifted to her exposed thighs, the milky way to her milky core. She moved away from him again, and the movement caused her cloth to lift, merely covering her thighs.

He realized he had just brought in temptation in human form. Strapping her heels out there wasn't supposed to turn him on, but it did. Her soft skin reminded him of yesterday. His cock strained against his pants and he in fact, wasn't even trying to hide it anymore.

There was something cooking in his head. Bringing her in had been a mistake, but he could use it to his advantage. He was going to do something about the monster fighting its way through his pants.

He shifted closer to her, stealing her space and leaning in until he could see the alluring swell of her breasts.

"Do you have an aversion to body contact? You seemed to like my fingers yesterday."

Esmeralda gulped and looked outside. A stupid move because the windows were tinted. She wouldn't see as much as she wanted to. It wouldn't be enough distraction to push the sexy Greek god beside her away.