What else do you want?

Damien walked into the office and a smile of relief and happiness immediately appeared on his face.
Saying he was happy to see her was an understatement. Damien was elated.
Céline was on her chair, working on her laptop. The laptop was something he needed to change soon. It affected the perfect woman in front of him. Damien wanted everything Céline used to be of top notch quality and the most expensive in the markets. She deserved that and more.
"Somebody looks happy today." Céline sang as her eyes rose to meet Damien ogling at her from the door.
Damien tried to cover the smile on his face but failed. "Where have you been all day?" He asked feigning anger.
"I told you earlier when you called that I was in the conference room." Céline explained, her sea blue eyes dancing with excitement.
"Yes you did say that, but when I got there I couldn't find you."
"Yet, here I am..." Céline got up from her seat and spread her arms in the air, motioning to herself.
Damien couldn't stop himself. She was giving him an open invitation for a hug. He moved to where she was and hugged her.
He felt like a huge burden had come off his shoulders. He held her closer, snuggling into her neck like a lost little boy who had seen his mother. His heart warmed up and he sighed.
Hugging Céline felt good, he wished he could keep holding her like that forever. The way her heart was beating ever so gently against is own chest, he could live listening to it for the rest of his life.
"Why did you choose to work there?" He whispered to the back of her hair.
"I am sorry, I needed to be in a quiet place so I could think properly. I didn't want to mess it up for you..." She pulled her head up from his shoulder and looked at him. Her cheeks had a slight brush of pinkness and Damien recognized it as a blush.
God, Céline was beautiful.
He wanted to tell her how much he missed her but he refrained himself. Maybe it was too soon. When did he meet her and when did he start getting feelings like that?
"Come, you must be hungry, let's go get lunch."
Céline nodded and he held her hands, taking her out of the office, to where he parked his car.
When he came to work that morning, he didn't see Céline in her corner. Her bag was on the coffee table she had transformed to her work desk, but she wasn't in the office.
Damien became cranky, not even the deliciously alluring black coffee on his table could calm him. He had called her on the phone and she said she was in the conference room.
Céline was working on a speech for a gala. He wanted to go to her and watch her as she worked but Tiana had brought some documents for him to look at, he had to stay back in his own office.
It was almost lunch time and he had gone to take her from the conference room but when he got there, he met an empty room. The security personnel there told him Céline had returned to her office. Eager to see her, he almost ran back to the office, but had to compose himself due to the stares his workers would give him.
Seeing her finally made him elated. He was over the moon with joy. It was like seeing a very close friend again after a long separation.
They got to his Lamborghini Sian and he opened the door for her. He waited for her to settle in and then ran to his own side of the car, to drive them to lunch. He knew his workers would soon start gossiping about the things he did since when Céline had resumed work in his company, but he couldn't care less. The fact that she was with him, was all that actually mattered to him.
"Our usual place?" He asked, referring to The Maroon restaurant where he had been taking her since the very first day she started working for him.
"Sure." She replied smiling. She soon dropped her head as a blush crept up her cheeks.
Damien shook his head with a smile of his own and drove off to the place.
He realised it the very first time he met Céline that she was going to be the end of him. She was just too adorable. A beauty impossible to ignore. To add to all of that, she was also very intelligent and smart.
Ever since she started working, Damien barely did anything. All he did was read through some of the summaries she sent to his mail and get himself acquainted with the figures.
It had been just a week and her management had been very impressive. He was really grateful for her presence in not just his business but his life too.
They had gotten to the restaurant and the same waiter that had welcomed them on the first day, directed them to their regular seat.
"Welcome Mr Damien, Miss Céline." He bowed as he greeted them. He had been serving them for a week now, he knew their names as part of his delivery and did his job perfectly. "Will you be having you usual order today sir?" He asked Damien.
"Yes, Paul." Damien told him and he bowed slightly again, before taking two steps away from them. He then proceeded to get their meal.
"You order champagne every time Damien, isn't it too much?" Céline asked narrowing her eyes playfully. She knew the argument would fall on deaf ears but she had to try. She didn't want people to start thinking she was trying to drain him of his money.
"Baby, I have the money. Let me spend it on you. Champagne is nothing." He was lost in her eyes as he spoke. He felt drawn to its blue pool. It was like a spell he knew he would never break out of.
Paul soon arrived with their meals and took his time to set it according to standard. He placed the cutleries in their appropriate order, cleaned the glasses and poured their champagne out for them.
When he was done, Damien dipped his fingers into his jacket pocket and squeezed a two hundred dollar bills into Paul's hands.
"Thank you very much sir!" Paul announced, almost jumping with excitement when he felt the notes fill his palms.
He took a brisk bow and walked away from their table.
"You are very generous, Damien." Céline whispered gazing deep into his eyes.
Many women have mentioned his name in the past but the way it rolled off Céline's tongue, it was truly the most seductive version of his name, no other woman had managed to do that -and he had been with a lot of women, most of which he couldn't even remember what they looked like. The way Céline said his name, it made something flip within him.
"Damien?" She called wondering why he had gone silent.
Damien's heart squeezed in his chest and his cock twitched in response.
"If you keep looking at me like that, I might not be able to let go of you when I drive you home tonight." His voice was hoarse and filled with emotion.
Céline quickly picked up her glass of champagne to hide her blush.
"It's a friday night. I am sure you have other things to do than be a drive me home. I can take a taxi for a change you know?" She picked up her fork and took a morsel of food into her mouth.
The way her lips moved when she chewed, Damien was getting a hard on just by watching her. Céline was so sexy. Everything she did was sexy. Everything about her was designed to trigger something in Damien. He couldn't hold it in any longer. One week was a lot of torture for a man like him.
"Come home with me tonight, baby." Damien was ready to beg, if that was what she wanted. He needed her. And he wanted her.
The way she gasped and stared up at him, made Damien's cock twitch even more. Fuck, he wanted this woman.
"Damien, I would love to do that but... I can't." She was starting to get flushed all over again and quickly bent her head suddenly finding her meal more interesting.
"Why?" Damien took her right hand and squeezed it gently.
Why in the hell couldn't she go home with him and make him happy?
Céline remained quiet, her blush only deepening.
Was she shy? Fuck, he was going to get blue balls if these continued.
"Baby, look at me..." He squeezed her hand again and Céline peeked at him from under her long lashes.
"I won't hurt you, I promise." Damien was running out of words to convince Céline to sleep with him. This was never his plan ever since the incident happened but he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to Céline and as much as he tried to fight it, he couldn't.
"I can't, I am sorry." She whispered.
"Why?" Damien could not understand why she was refusing him.
Did she want more commitment? He was already trailing after her at work. There was enough chemistry between them, what else did she want?
"I p-romise-d m-yself th-at I w-ill only h-ave sex on my w-edding n-ight." Immediately she managed to say the words she bent her head again and Damien couldn't bring his mouth to close.
He didn't think women like her existed.
"You are a virgin?"