One Night With The Boss

CHAPTER 11

The rain kept falling and Elgort trudged along, occasionally glancing back to make sure that Kate was with him.

A reluctant smile touched her mouth as she watched Kate walk sluggishly behind her, her blond hair now drenched and slippery on her head. Her clothes were slightly wet and stuck to her body, revealing every line and shape of her slender self.

Slim but with indentations in all fitting places

Elgort was supposed to put Kate in front of him, he thought lazily, so he could at least admire the scenery as they walked. Instead, it was the girl who was staring at him.

Sometimes Elgort gave an inquisitive glance, as if the girl had no idea what she had planned for him. Judging, staring is very annoying.

Elgort felt something else as well. Something a thousand times stronger than curiosity.the electrical and fiery chemistry makes his body pulsate in a ferocious response that is entirely sexual in nature.

With a sardonic grin and a sardonic smile, Elgort continued walking, relying on strenuous physical exercise to dampen the reaction that almost hurt his body.

At least Kate's not a complainer. During the trip he did not hear a single comment about blisters or broken nails, wet hair or insect bites. Elgort thought the girl would go crazy or at least show signs of nervousness or fatigue but she kept walking, setting her legs firmly. And on several occasions when he slipped on the increasingly muddy ground, he regained his balance and glared at him, as if challenging Elgort to hunt him down with a condescending offer of help.

Even when they had to cross the river and Kate slipped and fell into neck-high water, she ignored Elgort's outstretched hand. Instead, he instead dragged his body through the rocks until he reached the other side.

Seeing Kate brushing an insect from her neck with an impatient flick of her hand, Elgort suddenly had a strong feeling that the thing Kate showed was driven by something much stronger than the reaction to her comments about suits and heels.

Something that comes from inside him. What is he trying to prove? And to whom?

She already knows everything she needs to know about Kate. All the numbers point to the fact that he is a liar, a fraud.

So why did he keep looking at her? Why is he so fierce to the girl?

Kate was soaking wet, messy and very uncomfortable, but still she walked. Sometimes he stops to squint at the trees but it turns out Elgort sees no fear in Kate's eyes, but attraction.

"What's that?"

Elgort stopped and followed Kate's gaze, looking through the tangled vines wrapped around the tall trees.

"What?"

"At the top there." Kate flicked the wet hair from her eyes and pointed. "That's a red bird. It's beautiful."

Elgort studies her face, wondering if this is all part of Kate's acting. But his blue eyes were fixed on the red fur on the branches above and when he turned to Elgort there was a smile on his mouth. "You don't know, do you?" His eyes teased and mocked while adjusting the backpack on his back. "This is actually the garden behind your house and you can't name it."

Elgort pulls Kate into the shade of a nearby tree and Kate removes her wet hair from her face, her eyes shining with laughter, and she has a strong feeling that she is really enjoying herself.

"What's the point of taking cover?" Water drops stuck to Kate's eyelashes and flowed down her cheeks like tears. "Once you fall in the river, you can't get wetter. I've reached the saturation point." As if to prove her point, Kate twisted the tip of her shirt between her hands and chuckled as the water trickled to the ground. "See what I mean?"

They've been walking for over an hour. Kate must be tired but she never once complained and Elgort felt a reluctant glimmer of admiration.

He was greedy and cunning no doubt, but had to give him praise for being tough. Just like that, she did not know any other women who would cheerfully throw away their heels for the sake of boots and then tackle the tropical forest without a word of complaint.

Elgort reminded himself, determinedly curbing the reaction of his body. The girl still hoped that she could persuade him out of his money.

Enraged by his own response, Elgort turned to look at the street but in just a matter of seconds his gaze was pulled back to the girl.

What's up with him?

What is it about that girl that moves her, even though Kate has absolutely no qualities she admires? What does she have, a very immoral golden-haired English girl?

Kate leaned back against the tree. Her eyes were closed as she inhaled the scent of the tropical forest and there was something almost sensual surprise about her transformation from a city girl to a jungle. His reddened wet cheeks and water droplets stuck to the soft curves of his mouth and he seemed to blend in with the nature that surrounded him. It was as if she was part of a forest.

He's doing.

Waves of hot lust engulf Elgort as he takes his eyes off Kate's mouth and lets his gaze move lower.

The rain had made the girl's white shirt almost translucent and she was given a seductive look about the tight, tall hemisphere as well as two small bumps.

The heat inside Elgort grew and her eyes slid lower, passing through Kate's narrow waist and down to the point where her pants stuck to the curves of her fully feminine hips. His pants were muddy and there was a tear in one of his legs, his boots were broken, but Elgort never remembered ever being so hot for a woman.

Something dangerous moved within him and he stood for a moment, entering the grip of a lust so strong and fundamental that it bordered on the primitive.

All around them were the sounds of forests and heavy rain, but here, in the shade of the trees, there were only the two of them.

And maybe the girl felt her gaze because Kate's eyes opened slowly and Elgort looked at her. Vigilance turns into curiosity and then into something they both feel and share.

For a long time, none of them spoke.

The air heats up and the same chemistry is ever present at their first meeting, hissing through the air like a high voltage cable. That determination to wait until their business is complete before shifting their relationship to a more intimate level evaporates in a flash of heat.