Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 453

Chapter 453: 453- Mr. Desanto
She shot the man a look, her eyes pinching with doubts. She blinked twice, trying to confirm if he was the same man.

“It’s rude to stare at someone, Anaya Jakes,” Paige reminded her with a sarcastic smile, but Aniya’s gaze remained fixed with a questioning look at the man.

“Y-you were there this morning,” she almost whispered to the man, “you h-had a heart attack!”

“What?” Instead of that man, Paige replied with a smirk, “Anaya Jakes. Are you drunk?” But Aniya’s eyes stayed on the man. She was waiting for him to answer her but he was avoiding the eye contact.

“Why did you do it?” Aniya asked him again and kept the man pinned under her gaze until he started feeling uneasy.

“I … I don’t know you, miss. Who’re you?” he mumbled the question. The other two janitors had stopped packing the stuff and were regarding Aniya and the man with quiet curiosity.

“I’m Aniya… I mean … I’m Anaya Jakes. We met this morning. Who are you, sir?” she narrowed her eyes.

“Well!” the man shrugged and regarded the corner of the desk as if it was the most important thing in the room, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

They all were on high alert when the large door at the end of the hall opened with a click and George Donovan’s intimidating figure was there in the doorway.

He must have felt the tension in the room when his eyes darted to the people standing there, “What is going on here?” his eyes then rested on Aniya, “Any problem?”

He was trying to make it sound light, but Aniya could feel the concern in his voice, “Sir. This morning, he wasn’t well, so I just wanted to know if he is doing alright,” she told him with a small smile.

The man opened his mouth to say something when Aniya turned to look at him, “Don’t you dare to undermine my claim,” she kept her voice low, with that smile still pasted on her face, “If you remember, we have cameras in the office. Or are you planning to erase those recordings?” The man this time gave a confused look to Paige who seemed to be gritting her teeth.

Momentarily they all had forgotten Mr. Donovan’s presence.

“Mr. Desanto. Are you unwell?” George’s voice boomed in the hallway.

“Ye-yes… I’m good now…” Desanto tried to smile and turned his eyes to Paige.

“That’s good,” George nodded and turned his attention got back to Aniya, “Ms. Jakes. Can you come inside my office for a moment?”

Good God! No!

“Umm. Sir …” Aniya rubbed her palms on her uniform in confusion, “Sure, sir.”

She nodded at the two janitors who had gotten busy with the packing. Before leaving the hall, she gave Desanto a look that clearly said, “This isn’t over!”

***

Aniya stepped into his office with hesitation. She wished she could decline the offer but the way he made the request as if she was not a maid but…

But someone very important to him.

He was leaning against his desk, with arms crossed, waiting for her. A playful smile was tugging at his lips, “Right on time,” he said nodding towards the chair in front of him, “Take a seat.”

She glanced at the leather chair behind the desk, “You aren’t sitting…”

“Nah!” he placed his hands on the desk behind him, leaning back slightly, “I’m more comfortable this way.”

She huffed a small laugh, trying hard to hide her confusion, and took the chair, “So…” she settled down, “Why did you call me?”

George tilted his head back, his eyes dancing with mischief, “I just wanted to talk to you,” he said with a shrug.

Aniya was trying too hard not to think of his naked body above her. The way he remained gentle throughout their lovemaking.

“Oh. Really?” with an uncertain smile, she tried to look around, watching past his muscular thigh that was too close to her.

“Yeah. Last night I made pasta and wished you were there,” he grinned.

Aniya rolled her eyes, “YOU cooked it? I find it hard to believe.”

He clutched his chest dramatically, “Wow. You don’t trust me!” there was fake pain on his face.

She was having difficulty in biting back her smile. In movies, they usually wanted to invite a girl to the office to make out. He was close yet he didn’t make any attempt to touch her.

“Well!” she made a pout, “I can’t trust you when it comes to cooking,” she rolled her lips tightly in between her teeth.

In a blink, he moved behind her, leaning down until his chin rested lightly on her shoulder. She stiffened, and heat crawled up to her neck.

“Are you running away from me, Anaya?” he asked her quietly and for a moment Aniya felt like he was sad.

He almost sounded sad.

Her heart skipped a beat. She swallowed, gripping the armrests of the chair, “I … I…”

His breath tickled her ear, she slowly turned her head and found his face too close to hers, looking into her eyes.

Butterflies erupted in her stomach. Good God! He was serious.

B-but why?

Yes, the attraction was there. None of them could deny it. But wasn’t it supposed to be just se*xual?

Wasn’t it supposed to be a relationship for pleasure?

“What’re you thinking, little dove?” Aniya feared that he might be reading her mind, “Are you really avoiding me?” the whisper sent shivers down her spine.

There was that familiar tingling in between her legs.

Looking into those deep pools of onyx eyes, her dry mouth could only manage one word, “Maybe.”

He chuckled low and deep, resting his forehead on her shoulder this time, “Guess, I’ll have to change your mind then.”

Aniya watched his black shining hair and couldn’t believe that just two nights back she grabbed that mane in her fists when he was pumping her with…

No, Aniya behave yourself.