I frown and look up to see her still staring at me with an amused expression on her face. Before I can ask her why she is standing, she starts walking, and I let myself calm down with a convincing thought that we are finally going to have a normal business meeting.

She reaches my desk with her long strides, but instead of sitting, she steps aside and makes her way towards me behind the desk. What the hell is she doing? Before I can process what she is doing, she places her hand over the arm of my chair and spins me to face her.

A gasp escapes my lips when she places her hands on either side of my chair and smirks, leaning towards me.

"What are you doing?" I ask her in disbelief.

"You know what?" She questions with her wavy blonde hair dancing down her shoulder.

"What?"

"You look more handsome in the bright daylight." She smirks, her dark brown eyes gazing down at me. When I don't say anything, she lifts her right hand and places it over my shoulder. I can feel the heat of her touch even through the fabric of my suit. My body tenses instantly. Fuck! Why do I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest? Why am I not stopping her? This is wrong.

"Miss Miller?" I try to protest.

"What? You didn't seem this nervous when I touched you last night at the bar." She looks at me and then runs her fingers down my arm, sending a wave of electricity through my spine. "Like this." She smiles sweetly, doing it again.

"It's my office, Zelina," I say, but then I regret realizing how breathy my voice sounded while saying that. I mentally groan. What the fuck is going on?

"Never said it was my strip club." She shrugs.

"You own a strip club?" I frown. Seriously, Merrick?

"Why? Are you interested?" She looks into my eyes and asks intently.

She then looks down and brings her hand to rest it over my chest and fiddles with the top button on my shirt. Trailing her fingers down slowly, she speaks. "I'd rather like to give you a private show at my place than taking you there." She laughs, looking back into my eyes.

"Miss Miller, stop..." I gulp harshly and state.

"Why? You don't like it?" She leans down, and the fruity scent of her shampoo hits my nostrils. What the fuck, Merrick? Stay focused.

"You are here for a business meeting." I try to remind her of the purpose for which she is here, feeling miserable for not being able to calm my racing heart.

"I know that..." she says in a sensual voice, moving her hand down my chest and down my torso until it is on the buckle of my belt. "And I also know it can wait."

"Miss Miller...this...this is not right." I stutter, feeling dizzy.

She smirks and leans down towards me until our faces are mere inches apart. Then she looks into my eyes and whispers seductively. "What's the fun there in doing things the right way."

A/N:

Hello guys!!! What do you think about this? I am so excited to start this new story. Chapter one is coming out tomorrow! Stay tuned.