Chapter 21: Are you free tonight ?

Ryan had got an accident because of Albert.

Alëna stood up, her eyes locked onto Albert's. "I think I've taken up enough of your time, Mr. Thompson," she said, her voice husky.

As she walked towards the door, she paused, her hand on the handle. "But before I go, may I ask you something?" she said, turning back to face him.

Albert raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Of course," he said.

Alëna's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Do you believe in fate, Mr. Thompson?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Albert's eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable. "I'm not sure," he said finally.

Alëna smiled, her eyes never leaving his. "I do," she said. "And I think fate brought us together for a reason."

As she spoke, Alëna took a step closer to Albert, her body language inviting him to come closer.

As Alëna moved closer to Albert, her eyes locked onto his, sparkling with a flirtatious glint.

She tilted her head back, her lips parting slightly as she looked up at him.

Albert's eyes dropped to her lips, his gaze lingering for a moment before he looked away, clearing his throat. "I think we've discussed enough business for today, Alëna," he said, his voice a little rougher than usual.

Alëna's smile never wavered. "I think you're right, Mr. Thompson," she said, her voice husky. "But I'm not sure I'm ready to leave just yet."

Caleb, Albert's assistant, knocked on the door before entering. "Excuse me, Mr. Thompson," he said, his eyes scanning the room. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but you have a meeting with the marketing team in 10 minutes."

Albert nodded, his eyes still on Alëna. "Thank you, Caleb. I'll be right there."

Alëna smiled, her eyes never leaving Albert's face. "I'll let you get to your meeting, Mr. Thompson," she said, her voice husky. "But I hope we can continue our discussion later."

Albert's eyes flicked to Caleb, who was watching the exchange with interest. "I'll have Caleb set up a follow-up meeting," he said, his voice neutral.

Alëna's smile never wavered. "I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Thompson," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo.

As Alëna walked out of the office, Caleb raised an eyebrow. "Everything okay, Mr. Thompson?" he asked, his voice low.

Albert's eyes narrowed, his mind still on Alëna. "Just keep an eye on her, Caleb," he said, his voice firm. "I'm not sure what she's at."

***

The next day, Alëna stood in front of the camera, adjusting her pose as the photographer snapped away. The photo shoot was for the company's new marketing campaign, and Alëna was the chosen model.

As she smiled and posed, Alëna couldn't help but think about her encounter with Albert the day before. She had been trying to get his attention for weeks, and finally, she had made some progress.

The photographer, a friendly woman named Rachel, called out directions as she snapped away. "Great, Alëna, now let's try a few shots with you sitting on the couch."

Alëna nodded and walked over to the couch, sitting down and striking a pose. As she looked up at the camera, she caught sight of Albert standing in the doorway, watching her.

As Albert walked into the room, Alëna's eyes locked onto his, a sly smile spreading across her face. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was determined to make an impression.

Rachel, the photographer, didn't seem to notice the tension between Alëna and Albert. "Okay, Alëna, let's try a few more shots," she said, snapping away.

But Alëna had other plans. She began to pose in more and more provocative ways, her eyes never leaving Albert's face. She arched her back, thrusting out her chest, and then leaned forward, her lips pouting.

Albert's eyes were fixed on Alëna, his expression unreadable. But Alëna could see the desire in his eyes, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him.

Rachel, oblivious to the undercurrents, continued to snap away, calling out directions and encouragement. "That's it, Alëna, you're doing great!"

But Alëna knew she was doing more than just posing for the camera. She was seducing Albert, and she could see the effect she was having on him.

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As the photo shoot came to a close, Alëna smiled sweetly at Rachel, the photographer. "Thank you so much, Rachel. That was a lot of fun."

Rachel smiled back, nodding. "You're welcome, Alëna. You were great in front of the camera."

Alëna nodded, then turned to Albert, who was still standing in the doorway, watching her. "Mr. Thompson," she said, her voice husky.

Albert's eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable. "Alëna," he said, his voice low.

Alëna smiled, then walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively. "I'm glad you could make it to the photo shoot," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Albert's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. But he didn't back away. Instead, he stood his ground, his eyes locked on Alena's.

" Good job. I will attend to other to other businesses right now." Albert said and turned to leave.

' He is not giving me enough time and yet I need to make him fall in love with me as soon as possible. What do I do now ?'

Alëna asked herself and then called him.

" Mr Thompson.." She called his name.

He turned around and looked at her again.

" Are you free tonight ?" She boldly asked him.

Albert couldn't believe she was asking him such a question.