Desires Die Hard (Anya and Evan) by Beryl Occam

Chapter 12

It was half past one in the afternoon. Shane Brown was sitting in a fancy café. He was decked out in limited edition casual clothes and lounging lazily in a’suite as he waited for the famous Adonis of Nordeny, Evan Welton, to arrive.

Shane wasn’t exactly a good-looking kind of guy, In fact, he looked shrewd and cunning.

Evan wouldn’t have bothered with the nouveau riche like Shane. But this particular “new money” had his eye on the same piece of land that the Weltons owned.

Evan had to meet the guy.

Evan finally arrived after Shane was nearly done with his cup of tea.

In contrast to Shane, Evan wore a suit. He was tall and handsome. As soon as he stepped into the café, he caught the eye of every female patron in the café.

They stared at the man awestruck, their eyes filled with pure adoration.

Hushed whispers spread across the café rapidly. “Quick, look at that guy! Isn’t he hot? He looks so manly!”

“That’s right! Just look at that body! I bet he has six packs hidden under that shirt. He’s the hottest guy I’ve ever seen!”

“He looks so handsome. He’s more good-looking than an actual actor!”

“I really want to ask him for his number.”

The female patrons in the café whispered excitedly to one another.

Seated a few tables away was Carol, who was speaking to a client. She couldn’t help but sneak a few looks at the CEO of the Welton Group as well.

He was as dashing and good-looking as they had said he was.

How she wished she could gain his favor. In fact, she wouldn’t mind being his side woman.

He was worth billions. She didn’t mind being the mistress at all.

She would be getting thousands of dollars from the man every month to spend at her will.

She wouldn’t give a damn about her job then. There wouldn’t be a need to work herself to death coming up with designs and dealing with clients. All she got in return was a $1,500 paycheck. She couldn’t even afford an LV bag with that. She hated her job so much.

Besides, look at how great the man looked! He must be amazing in bed. She imagined falling into bed with Evan. The sex would be incredible.

Carol stared longingly at Evan. Her thoughts had wandered. She was fantasizing about being his mistress.

Her attention had drifted away from her female client who was looking distinctly unhappy right now. The latter rolled her eyes. “Ms. Walker, are you still interested in discussing your designs with me?”

Carol finally pulled her eyes back from Evan. She plastered a wide smile on her face. “I’m terribly sorry, Mrs. Taylor. Of course! I’m definitely happy to talk about my designs with you in detail.”

“It’s just that my drafts are with my a**istant right now. She’s on her way to the café. She’ll be here soon,” Carol said as she began typing a text to Anya.

Anya, where are you? Why aren’t you here yet? I’m sensing a lack of commitment on your first day of work. Are you really interested in keeping your job?”

Anya’s text came swiftly. “I’m on my way!”