His possession

chapter 21

Flashback

Ignoring the woman, he moved passed the visitors' area and went straight to the elevator. Briefcase in hand, he stood alone as it travelled up to the top floor. The doors opened. He stopped. Standing outside the elevator door stood a woman. Smaller than he, she would only come to his chest.
She didn't look at him. Her eyes stared at the floor. Jalal felt like he'd been punched in the gut. Her brown hair was tucked into a long ponytail. Men walked behind her, and he noted the stares she was getting. He glanced up and down the corridor.
She looked up, and he fell hard. It was like all of his
tomorrows were rolled up into one package. The woman standing before him was the one. He knew it more than he knew what he wanted to eat for lunch.
"A-are you getting off?" she asked.
Staring at her lips, jalal heard her voice, but her words didn't register.
"What's your name?" he asked.
The woman, his soul mate, stared at him, baffled. Was this what people meant when they said they fell in love at first sight?
"I don't give my name to strangers," she said.
"He's not a stranger, honey. He's the boss," a woman said as she passed. He saw the change inside her, the blush staining her cheeks and the top part of her chest exposed from the white blouse she wore. As his gaze travelled down her body, he noted other parts of her just as stunning as her face. She had the type of body he associated with the classic fifties'
movie stars. All curves. Nothing straight or bony about her. he saw the beginning of her clev**age
poking out of the top. The blouse was tucked into her pencil skirt outlining her tiny waist and flaring out at the hips. His mouth watered thinking about getting his hands wrapped around her body.
"My name is Selena Moore, sir," she said as she pushed the cart into the elevator.
"Where do you need to go?" he asked, not wanting to ruin the moment with her. Or leave her alone.
"Bottom, please." She spoke quietly. He had to strain to hear her.
"You mean ground floor?"
"Yes."
He stood in the cart and stared at her. For most of his life he'd seen the way his father reacted to his mother. Coming to alert whenever she entered a room. As if his life was somehow connected with hers. Their deaths had been hard to deal with. Their strength had been something jalal had grown up within. Taking over Ashwood Enterprise had been
expected. Doing it without his father present hadn't been his plan.
"How long have you been working here?"
"A couple of weeks."
Getting her to speak was challenging. Usually women fawned all over him wanting to get their point across.
"Do you like working here?"
"Yes."
The lights on the elevator went down with each floor they passed. Her hands fisted on the bar of the mail trolley. All too soon the elevator opened, and she left. He stood watching her walk away. She didn't look back. Pressing the button to take him back to the top floor, he went straight to his office.
He called personnel to send him the file on selena Moore. Within seconds her file was in his inbox, and selena was reading and relishing every last minute piece of information. Closing his eyes, he stared at her age. They. The age didn't matter. He stared at her picture. Unlike the other employees who'd smiled, Selena didn't offer a smile. She stood staring at the camera, looking like she was going to scarper.
From looking at her picture he knew her life had been hard. He sat and stared at her picture for hours, his chest tight. When he'd walked into work, he'd never expected to find the woman who would complete him.