Handle what?

Chapter eighty-three

Again, this woman was at it, stunning him. It's just that Xander hadn't expected that she'd include coming to his house. She seemed really desperate with what she wanted. The thought of Anna in his kitchen making jambalaya for him under his watch was enough to make his rod stir. It didn't matter to him if she was doing this because of Stella. He'd have to use this desperation of hers to his advantage. 

Xander moved so slowly to where Anna was and she saw a flare of emotion in his eyes. His gaze was so intense that she felt a flame of heat on her skin. It was that all too familiar sly look that he had on his face again and Anna almost regretted that she mentioned coming to his house to make jambalaya under his watch. What was she thinking? Had she completely gone bonkers? She'd been so desperate to get him to listen to her bidding that she forgot how sly as a fox this man could be sometimes. Did she say sometimes? That came out wrong. Many times. If not all the time.

A chuckle escaped his lips and Anna found herself moving backwards with each step he took toward her. Why did he have to look at her like that most of the time? Her actions are so uninhibited that she finds herself moving backwards on impulse whenever he did that. This time, it wasn't the wall that her back hit, but the window. But wasn't the effect the same? Now she was trapped by not just his eyes but his whole presence which was looming over her.

"Miss Houston, I knew you'd change your mind, but I never thought that I would be this soon." His gaze alone was enough to send a wave of electricity through her whole body. The heat in her body intensified with his searing presence so much that she could almost feel her entire body go numb.

"Tell me, you enjoyed every moment of yours in my house...No, that wasn't precise," he muttered, not tearing his gaze off her even for a second before proceeding. 

"I bet you enjoyed all your moments in my room, so much so that you can't wait to have a repeat of every single one of them. Huh?" A shrewd smile curved on his lips, which made him look very salacious as soon as he whispered those words in her ears. Anna's heart was hammering in her chest.

"I do like the sound of your deal. It's enticing. Looks like I need an assistant even at home," his voice was husky and Anna felt her core pulsating with need.

Why did that come out so lewd? With this man, nearly everything was obscene. His words, actions, and thoughts, none of them were decent.

She'd only wanted to clear her conscience by coming to plead on Stella's behalf because no matter how she viewed it and regardless of what anyone said, she'd still feel pangs of guilt deep down her heart for what happened to her. One way or the other, her dismissal was tied to Anna and that was the last thing she wanted, but look where it got her now. She was at the mercy of the man who made her feel things she'd never felt for anyone at all.

"Weekends. You'll come over every weekend to make me jambalaya." It took a while for what he said to sink in because she was silent for a while before she reacted to his words. Despite what she was feeling, those words were enough to bring back her voice.

"Wait! What? Every single weekend?" Anna didn't even bother hiding the surprise in her voice.

"You heard me, Miss Houston. I don't like repeating myself."

"How is that even feasible?"

"Consider this as one of the errands you're to perform as my assistant." Anna could not believe her ears. He was trying to justify his actions with that? 

"That doesn't count, so far we are not in the four walls of the office."

"And where did you see that?" Xander questioned. "The contract did not define where or where not you'll not be working as my assistant. That is at my discretion, and I choose to use it this way." His sultry voice echoed in her ears, and she forgot how to think for a second or more. 

Xander noticed her reactions and he asked, "What? You can't handle it?" Of course, she couldn't. She was almost going crazy with his touch, voice, scent and all. 

Wait, what? Handle what? Was he talking about his presence or the condition he gave if she wanted Stella back in the company? Anna was confused. She hoped it was the latter, and not the former, even if she'd concluded before she thought he could mean one of two things.