The Hottie Billionaire Series: Romancing A Banking Magnate (The Billionaire Meets The Damsel In Distress) (7 page)

“
Katrina. Katrina De Leon.
Atty. Katrina De Leon,” she emphasized the word
attorney.

“
Okay, Atty. De Leon,
please have a seat while I go and talk to Mr. Yuchengco.” She
pointed to the black, leather-enclosed couch in the
corner.

She flashed the receptionist a
grateful smile. “Thank you!”

The woman turned her back on her, and
she walked to the couch. The moment that her ass sank in the couch,
she sighed in relief.

Whew! That was close! Thank God, and
the receptionist accommodated her request. She now had the chance
to get close to the man who would bail her out of her financial
woes. She really hoped that things would go in her favor. She
really hoped so!

She held her quivering knees with her
cold hands. She followed the receptionist with her eyes. The woman
slid in a corridor and disappeared from her sight.

She raked her eyes around her
surroundings. All she could see was modern architecture, from the
granite floor tiles, to the still granite tiled walls, to the black
leatherette furniture, and to the floor to ceiling glass windows.
The place was indeed impeccable and organized.

A moment ago, when she arrived in the
vicinity of the tall building of Unified National Bank, she
couldn’t help but be amazed. It was an imposing, modern-looking
skyscraper that was made of glass and steel. It represented immense
wealth and power. Just like its owner. Certainly, Xavier Yuchengco
was a very powerful and rich man. And she needed him. He was the
answer to her mundane, financial problem.

She waited for the receptionist to
come back. Her chest was heaving with apprehension. She had nothing
to do in the reception area, but to rove her eyes around where she
was at.

She noticed a huge canvass that hung
in the center of a tinted glass wall. It was an impressive work of
art of one of the most famous painters in the world - Picasso. It
took her attention, and with admiration in her eyes, she stood up,
and walked closer to the magnificent painting.

She was an art lover, and she couldn’t
resist adoring the splendid painting that was now in front of her.
She wouldn’t miss a Picasso creation, especially when it looked
authentic. That was for sure.

Chapter 8

“
Come in,” Xavier
answered as he heard knocks at the door.
He raised his head, and he saw the door of his
private office swung open. Chona, his assistant, popped in his line
of vision.

“
Sir, a certain Atty.
Katrina De Leon is outside, and she wants to talk to you,” she
informed him.

His eyebrows cocked. He tried to rake
his brain for the mentioned name, but it was not familiar. “Atty.
Katrina De Leon, who?” He covered the mouthpiece of the telephone
as he spoke. He was talking to an important client on the other
line. “Do I have an appointment with her?” he asked, quite
uninterested.

“
No, sir, but she was told
to come here to see you. That’s what the receptionist
said.”

The lines on his forehead burrowed
deeper as he tried harder to remember a certain Atty. Katrina de
Leon, but it really didn’t ring a bell. He didn’t know her, he was
sure of that now. “I don’t know her, Chona. If she has no
appointment with me, I don’t feel the need to talk to
her.”

Then, he silently cringed when a
thought passed in his mind. What if she was one of the girls who
wanted to apply to his ad? Well, the more he had the reason not to
see her. He had already terminated his ad two weeks ago, and he
wasn't accepting applicants anymore. He already lost his interest
on it, and he was eyeing for a new plan on how to fucking save his
life from being doomed.

Xavier pressed his black, leather
shoes against the soft-carpeted floor and pivoted his swivel chair,
dismissing his assistant. He was about to resume his conversation
over the phone when his stare landed on the one way mirror that
served as a partition between his spacious office and the visitor’s
receiving area. And from where he was at, he saw an unforgettable
face, something that made a huge impact on him.

“
Who is she?” he
couldn’t help but mumble. Dang, but he felt as if he saw
Venus
 descended to Earth and stunned
his eyes. The woman was apparently very pretty with a sexy,
guitar-like figure. She was sure to give J.Lo a run for her money
in a body beautiful competition. And he would bet on her, of
course!

He could see her fully as she was
facing his direction. With keen interest, he studied her features
without the woman’s knowledge. Her attention was focused on
scrutinizing the Picasso painting that hung on the one way
reflective glass partition of his office.

Her beauty was the kind that could make
heads turn. His head actually snapped when he caught a glimpse of
her. Clad in a booty-revealing skinny jeans and body-hugging baby
tee, the woman looked breathtaking. He could say that she wasn’t
one of the usual hot chicks who walk in his orbit. Despite looking
like a sex goddess, she still maintained an aura of class and
refreshing innocence. And that separated her from the
rest.

His stare riveted at her oval-shaped,
pretty face sans make-up. Her sleek, one-sided, flowing tresses
that draped around her shoulders emphasized her high cheekbones.
She had thick, but well-shaped eyebrows Ala Audrey Hepburn, almond
eyes rimmed with heavy lashes, an upturned nose that was quite
pointed at the end, and oh, she had full, luscious lips,
too!

He had to admit that her facial
features were quite smashing. It made a great impact on him, but as
facially appealing as she was, her body, too, required immediate
attention. And he assessed her further. His eyes traveled down to
her swan-like neck, and settled for some time at the exciting swell
of her breasts.

Xavier swallowed hard as his eyes
stopped at her chest. He could picture out how round and firm her
sweet peaks were as they strain against the fabric of her tee. The
swell of her breasts elicited a violent reaction deep within him.
It was a strange feeling, but something that he was hoping to feel
for the last few months now. And damn! How he missed the
feeling!

Her breasts were already an
aphrodisiac, but when his eyes traveled down some more and landed
at the junction of her wasp waist and wide hips, the killer curves
were too hot to handle. And her booty, ah... but the mound of the
flesh that filled her skinny jeans was insane!

He wanted to grab her right there and
then and run his hands all over her body. Just the thought of him
touching her instantly put him afire. It was as if an involuntary
reaction to a carnal stimulus.

She was dressed simply, but the effect
that she created in his system was kinda like a hurricane. The
gorgeous brunette, with dark as midnight eyes, blew him away in
unimaginable proportions. His testosterone rose up to a higher
level, surging in intoxicating speed that left him panting for
more.

“
Who the hell is she?!” he
snapped, blood rushing all over him, flooding his senses with
electrifying, overflowing excitement. Suddenly, he felt so alive
and horny, and his body reacted just the way he wanted.

Thank God! At last, he successfully
found THE ELUSIVE ONE whom he had painstakingly tried looking for
in the last couple of months - the woman who would bail him out of
his misery, save his goddamned future and continue his next
generation. He could now execute his plans and pro-create! Well, it
seemed as if his dreaded problem had come to an end.
Finally!

“
Oh, that’s Atty. Katrina De
Leon, sir...” Chona mumbled as she took a step back.

His assistant was surprised to hear the
sudden rise in his pitch. But he couldn’t blame himself. He was
just so excited, and he just couldn’t hide it!

“
Send her in…” he told Chona
as he brushed his suit with his suddenly shaky fingers. He could
feel his heartbeat gradually increasing in speed as he prepared
himself for a face to face encounter with the chosen woman who
would save his fucked up life.

Katrina… That was a beautiful name. He
forgot about the other words that his assistant blurted. His mind
only processed the word Katrina. His Katrina. He couldn’t help but
smile as he pondered on the thought. He already branded her as his
as early as now. Well, she would be his in due time. He would make
sure of that.

He felt as if there was a burning ball
of fire under his seat. And it was burning him in an uncontrollable
madness.

He was talking to an important client
on the phone, but he abruptly ended their conversation and
rescheduled another call. Well, there was no other important matter
to attend to now than Katrina. She was his future, and his only
hope to live a normal life again.

He reached for his necktie and loosened
it a bit. Something was going on inside him that was primitive and
wild, something that he couldn’t contain. Instinctively, his hand
groped at his crotch and he closed his eyes as he felt his
pulsating maleness.

Oh fuck! But he had never been this
hard, long and thick like this all his life until now. Thank
heavens!

He heard her footsteps coming closer,
and he froze in his seat, overwhelmed by brimming excitement. His
manhood flexed, his blood flowed in his veins like volatile, liquid
fire. And he grew even longer and thicker, much to his own
amazement.

Oh my!

Chapter 9

She was told that she
could now see Xavier Yuchengco,
and was
allowed to go to his private office. She was very happy when the
receptionist told her the good news. A pleased smile was plastered
on her lips while she was escorted to see his personal assistant.
She prayed for it, and she couldn’t thank God enough that He had
granted her fervent request.

And here she was now, standing in
front of the boss’ door that was left slightly ajar, knees were
quivering with apprehension. She, finally, would be seeing face to
face the man who would answer her financial dilemma.

Katrina breathed deeply and composed
herself. She raised her hand, and with shaky fingers, she gently
knocked on the door.

“
Please come
in…”

She heard a full, authoritative voice,
and butterflies in her stomach started to fly uncontrollably in
different directions.

So this was it! There was no backing
out now. She would never do that anyway. With her heart
instantaneously beating harder, she pushed the wood-paneled door,
and slowly walked inside the neat, spacious, modern
office.

Her apprehension increased even more
as she spotted a masculine figure that was comfortably lounging in
a swivel chair. He was in a prime position, sitting behind a shiny,
glass-topped desk that had only a cute pen holder sitting on it.
The bright daylight that was shining radiantly at his back, coming
from the floor to ceiling glass wall, cast a haunting shadow around
his lounging figure. She could see him, but couldn’t clearly
distinguish the details on his face.

“
Mr. Yuchengco?” she asked
in a tiny voice, blinking her eyes for a few times, while she
grasped adjusting her vision to the glaring, bright light. But when
his face became apparent, she silently sucked her
breath.

What filled her sight was something
she thoroughly didn’t expect. Not one bit. She saw a good looking
man. No, not just a good looking man, but a drop dead gorgeous man.
Probably the most handsome man she had ever seen on the surface of
the planet. Give or take.

He was looking at her straight in the
eyes, like a smooth predator who was carefully checking his prey.
Her cheeks tinged at the intense way he was looking at her. It even
made the muscles around her throat tighten with tension. She wanted
to tear her eyes away from him, but she just couldn’t do so. It was
as if he held her stare hostage.

“
Yes,” his crisp voice
echoed in the four walls of his office, answering her question. His
eyes became even more intense.

Her heartbeat was erratic, with knees
slowly turning into a soft puddle of jelly. She tried to look for
someone else in the room, but she couldn’t find anyone aside from
the drop dead gorgeous man, who was now staring at her
intimidatingly.

“
I’m Xavier Yuchengco,” he
continued as if he sensed her hesitation.

And she sucked her breath again in
surprise. So Xavier Yuchengco wasn’t the middle-aged man with a
pudgy body and diminishing hairline, just like how she painted him
on her mind? Instead, he was young and fit, and totally the
opposite of her expectations.

He looked so captivating and
intimidatingly powerful inside his luxurious office that was fit
for a king. Everything about him screamed luxury and power - from
his sleek, black tuxedo, to his diamond studied Cartier wristwatch.
His one hand was holding an expensive brand of a smart phone that
looked custom built. And he did exude menacing authority and power.
Those were the only things that matched her expectations. She had
never pictured a young, good looking billionaire who was in dire
need of a wife. He looked as if he was a man with a generous supply
of women at his disposal.