AlTonya Washington - Rival's Desire

“I’ve got this place runnin’ smooth as butter,” Simon assured him. “You just have fun in New York playin’ with your dolls.”

Caesar threw his head back and laughed. “Yeah, I see right now. I need to make a run down there for a good ass whippin’.”

“Bring it on, man,” Simon goaded.

The office door opened just then and Viv stepped inside. The easy mood Caesar enjoyed vanished as his cool, light stare turned hard.

“Um, Simon, man, I’ll call you back later, all right?” Caesar said, not waiting for a response before he set the phone down. “I wish you’d told me how long you planned to be gone,” he snapped.

The edge in his deep voice was clear and Viv was surprised by the attitude. “I’m sorry,” she slowly replied, putting her purse in the bottom desk drawer. “We had a lot of catching up to do.”

Caesar closed his eyes, running one hand through his blondish-brown curls.

“Besides,” Viv sighed, taking a seat behind her desk, “the Tydes meeting was the only one we had today.”

Caesar slammed one mighty fist to his desk and stood. “That’s not the point, Viv! We got a lot more to take care of, or didn’t you realize that?”

Vivian’s lovely eyes were wide with confusion. “I didn’t know you needed me to stay through lunch,” she softly replied. “It won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t,” he ordered, jerking into his beige suit coat.

Vivian cleared her throat and attempted to concentrate on the files lying on her desk. Her hands were shaking so badly, she could not focus.

“Are we still on for tonight?”

Viv jumped at the sound of his booming voice and nodded. “Yeah,” she assured him, her voice barely above a whisper.

Caesar nodded, his penetrating eyes shooting her a loathsome look. The office door closed with a vicious slam.

Vivian watched the door several minutes after he left. She realized she was holding her breath and rested her head against the desk. Caesar was right, she thought. He had never really lost his temper with her. She had never seen him act that way before and she hoped she never would again.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with him, Grammy. I never saw him so angry.”

Carlotta smiled as she listened to her granddaughter on the phone much later that day. “And he just started acting this way when you got back from lunch?”

“Yes!” Viv cried, still on edge from the earlier scene. “He seemed fine when Ray and I left for lunch.”

“You and Ray?”

“Yeah, Ray Warren.”

“I know Ray, dear. Caesar knew the two of you had a lunch date?” Carlotta asked.

“Yes,” Viv replied. It never occurred to her that Caesar could have been upset by her going out with another man.

Carlotta sighed, shaking her head at how clueless Vivian was. “Well, honey, I don’t know what to tell you,” she said, deciding to offer a listening ear and nothing more.

Just then the door opened and Viv saw Caesar. “Grammy, he’s back. I gotta go,” she whispered, pulling off her glasses. She watched him drop his keys to the bar and pour himself a glass of juice. “The grannies said ‘hey,’” she told him as he headed to his desk.

Caesar’s low chuckle filtered through the room. “How are they?” he asked.

“In Hawaii and having a ball.”

“Damn, they didn’t waste any time,” Caesar noted, walking around Viv’s desk and leaning against the edge.

Viv’s lashes fluttered as the crisp scent of his cologne drifted beneath her nostrils. “I guess they knew the company would be in good hands.”

Caesar swallowed his juice, before setting the glass aside. The humor in his entrancing, light brown stare faded to a more serious look. “Plum, I’m sorry about the way I acted earlier.”

Viv shook her head, a few loose curls slapping her cheeks. “No, Caesar. I really should’ve given you some idea about when I’d be back. I should’ve told you about my plans earlier. It was very irresponsible.”

Caesar tapped his fingers against his mustache and smiled. “I can’t believe I’m hearing you apologize.”

“Well, enjoy it because it won’t happen often.”

“I realize that,” he said, leaning down to bring his handsome face close. “I’m sorry anyway,” he whispered, cupping her small dark oval face in his massive hands. He pressed a quick kiss to her mouth and Viv gasped, her lips parting instantly. A low growl rumbled in Caesar’s throat and his tongue slipped inside the dark cavern of her mouth. Vivian whimpered as the slow, rhythmic thrusts of his tongue deepened. Her hands reached up to cover his where they cupped her face. She returned the possessive kiss eagerly as though she were starved for his kiss.

Suddenly, Caesar pulled away as though he was shocked by what had just happened. “Are you ready to get dinner?” he asked, moving away from her desk.

It took Vivian a moment to move from the edge of her seat. “I, um, I have my car, so I’ll…just meet you at Tony’s.”

“See you there,” Caesar called over his shoulder.

Vivian pressed her fingers against her lips and watched the door close behind him.

Ican’t fall for him, but I’m not doing a very good job of resisting. Viv had been telling herself the same thing since she left work. As she parked her Porsche at Tony’s, a small sports bar not far from the office, she began to chant the phrase. She checked her reflection in the rearview mirror. Clearing her throat, she made a silent decision to try harder to resist Caesar Morrison’s potent charm, unique good looks and undeniable sex appeal.

Meanwhile, Caesar was inside the restaurant ordering himself to do the same thing. He told himself he couldn’t afford to let Viv into his heart any more than she already was.

He tossed back the rest of his beer and looked up just in time to see her walk into the dining room. He shook his head slowly and asked what it was about her. Sure, she was the most sultry member of Intrigue, she was smart, lovely and strong-willed, but she was just too quick-tempered and nerve-racking for him. At least, that’s what he told everyone. The truth was he enjoyed bickering with Viv—mainly because it was usually all on her side. Caesar knew if they started on a serious relationship, the one-sided bickering could easily turn into something more intense. Sooner or later, they would have shouting matches about her and how her fame was upsetting the relationship or vice versa. It would be too much and he would probably lose her all together. There was no way he could allow that to happen, best to keep things the way they were.

Vivian stopped by the bar and ordered a drink before making her way through the dining room. “Hey, Caesar,” she whispered, taking a seat at the secluded round table.

Caesar tilted his head back in greeting and watched Viv get situated.

Viv took in the quiet atmosphere of the practically empty restaurant.

Caesar looked around the dining room, as well. “I took a chance it’d be quiet around this time.”

Viv only smiled and turned her attention to her drink. She didn’t know what they should’ve been discussing: the deal or the kiss. Luckily, the waitress arrived with her drink and to take their orders.

“Let me have another Killian’s lager and I’ll have the chicken fettuccine with a lot of bread and salad.”

The waitress smiled at Caesar, nodding at his request.

“Let me have the T-bone steak, well-done, a big baked potato with cheese, sour cream and heavy butter, two rolls and a large tossed salad.”

“Thank you, Ms. Desmond,” the waitress replied, leaving the two celebrities alone.

“I guess the salad helps with the guilt, huh?”

Viv looked up at Caesar and frowned. “Excuse me?”