28. Yasmeena
Chapter 28
Yasmeena
I don’t have time to think about what just happened in the conference room because Matthew calls me to let me know he’s waiting for me in the lobby. If I was paying attention then I would’ve noticed that Enrique was following me but I only notice when his arm comes around my waist.
“What are you doing?” I ask as Enrique spins me around and presses the lobby floor.
“We don’t have much time, we are at the office, wife.” Enrique says as he presses his body against mine as my back hits the elevator mirror.
“Enrique…” I call his name so he can realize where we are just as a text message from my sister in law comes to my phone.
Lena: Amir published the story about your husband and you.
Lena: I’m sorry, Yasmi. I thought you should know who did it or leaked it.
“Yaaaaaas.” He calls my name out the same way as his fingertips graze my thigh, distracting me for a moment.
“I need to tell you something.”
“Your dress is too fucking short but…”
Enrique leans in and kisses me, pulling into another session of kissing that I wasn’t ready for. I pull away as I catch my breath, kissing isn’t meant to do whatever it is that it’s doing right now.
“Noe, listen to me.”
“All I do is listen to you.”
Enrique responds as he kisses my neck again, in the same spot and I fear he’s leaving a mark.
“Don’t mark me, Enrique. I’m serious.”
Enrique mumbles something but I don’t hear him as he nips at a certain spot on my neck and a giggle rolls right out of my mouth. Both Enrique and I freeze, he looks at me with a perplexed expression on his face.
“What was that?” He asks me.
“What was what?”
We both heard me giggle but I won’t do it again. Enrique tries to ask me something else but I pull him to me, kissing him as I wrap my arms around his neck. Enrique lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as we lose ourselves in each other. This time, not paying attention to the fact that we’re in a temporary enclosed space.
The clearing of throats have us separating with Enrique placing me on my feet and fixing my dress before anyone can see me.
“Yasmeena,” Matthew says to me as he avoids my eyes. “We can’t leave through here. I was texting you. Have you seen the headlines?”
“Of course they haven’t.” Jeeves says.
“I know, Matthew,” I tell him.
They get on the elevator with us as we ride back up to the executive floor.
“Boss, you’ve got some lipstick…”
I lift my hand to smooth my hair but it’s out and unruly. “Where’s my hair tie?” I search around for a minute before finding it.
Bending over, I pick it up and I feel the sensation of Enrique’s fingertips on my ass.
“Concentrate,” I say to him.
“Let me just,” Jeeves starts as he pulls out a handkerchief and wipes my lipstick off of Enrique. “So, more than just a business arrangement?”
“What?” I ask because I don’t know what that means.
“Mind your business,” Enrique grumbles then smacks Jeeve’s hand and turns to check himself out in the elevator’s mirror.
“What headlines?” Enrique prompts to move the conversation back to the reason for this clandestine meeting.
“The ones that suggest that you’re a gold digger,” Jeeves interjects.
“Gold digger? Why?” I ask.
“His net worth.” Jeeves responds.
“My net worth?” Enrique responds.
“Yeah, and I quote,” Matthew pulls his phone out and scrolls. “75.4 Billion dollars to be exact.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Enrique exclaims, shocking me.
“What happened?” I ask. “What’s the problem? Did you not look at your account?”
“I would have been alerted if that much money hit my bank,” Enrique shakes his head in disbelief. “And you said 75.4 billion?” He asks again, looking at me with big eyes.
“I said half, didn’t I?”
“I think I need some air. Maybe you should have spoken in numbers instead of portions. I didn’t know your net worth.”
“I don’t know the details of this arrangement but it would have been the first thing I would have checked,” Jeeves admits while reading something on his phone.
“You don’t know my net worth? You’re-were-my CFO. I know yours. Hell, I know your shoe size.” I say. I’m not sure what I am but shocked isn’t the word, maybe just confused by the fact that he didn’t check if I held up my end of the contract. “Why didn’t you double check if I kept up my end?”
“It only mattered how the company was doing.” He tells me as he bends at the knees like it’s considering sitting. “I know the numbers for the company.”
“Enrique? Are you…having a moment?” Isn’t this what people ask? This is not my element and I don’t know if I’m supposed to pat his back or give him space. I look at Matthew so he can do what is necessary.
“Yasmeena, If this is too much for Enrique, I’m single,” Jeeves tells me although I’m not sure if it’s a joke.
“Shut up, Jeeves,” Enrique grumbles as he fans himself like it’s hot.
“Enrique, do you have elevator trauma, or wait, are you claustrophobic? Maybe an anxiety attack? This is a moment, isn’t it, Matthew?”