I’m All Yours, Mr. Prescott

Desperate Escape

Mia's POV

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The line went dead, and with it, something inside me. I stared at the phone like It was his face, the silence that preceded pressing down on me. It was over, three years of my life coming to an end within a flash. I should have felt something-anger, or sadness-but all I felt was a numb sensation.

My phone buzzed again, this time it was a text from my boss, Nathan Prescott.

‘Bring the financial documents to my office’

I groaned, setting my glass aside. At this point, work was the last thing on my mind, but on second thought, maybe this was what I needed- a distraction. Something to keep me spiraling any further.

Nathan’s office was dimly lit when I arrived. He sat behind his desk, eyes focused on his computer screen set in front of him. His fingers tapped the keyboard, barely acknowledging my presence.

“Put the file on my desk,” he muttered without taking his eyes off the screen.

I walked over and dropped the folder in front of him. I stood there for a moment, frozen, my mind completely far away from the room. I was still very much lost in my thoughts as I stared at him, the dim light of the office casting shadows across his face.

Nathan was strikingly handsome in a way that made you look twice. His jaw was on the sharp side, covered in the lightest stubble, and his dark hair was a tousled line like he had run his fingers through it several times.

His eyes- those piercing, deep blue eyes seemed to hold a depth I couldn't quite reach. His tailored suit- the kind that makes you notice his broad shoulders without meaning to-fit him perfectly.

I forced a lump of saliva down my throat. Ever since I started working as his secretary, I couldn't help but fantasize about him. There was something about the way he carried himself, the calm confidence, the way he commanded attention without trying.

I would be lying if I said I hadn't harbored a secret crush on him. It was silly. He was my boss and nothing would have ever come out from me crushing on him.

But tonight, seeing him, I felt something deeper, something more dangerous. I don't bloody know if it was the alcohol pushing this thought, or if it was the desperation in me to set myself loose from the pain my soul was plagued with, all I know is that I was drawn to him more than never before.

“You can leave now,” Nathan ordered, and without saying any word in response, I turned and started walking away from the desk, heading to the door.

I should leave, I think is best I do that before I do anything stupid I would regret. But I couldn't bring myself to open it. The thoughts racing through my head refused to settle.

Life is too short to give a damn.

I stood there, hand on the handle, frozen with my eyes closed. What was I waiting for? What had being careful ever gotten me? Years of loyalty to Evan, years of being the good girl, where did that lead me? Pain, betrayal.

I have been cautious and reserved, always thinking about consequences. All for what? To be tossed aside at the slightest.

Maybe it was time to stop playing safe, maybe it was time to play wild.

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as if I had a stethoscope on. It was a rapid, uneven rhythm that matched the chaos in my mind.

I could leave right now, pretend this never happened, and go back to being the same cautious Mia. Or…I could finally allow myself to live a little, take a risk, and do something I’d never dreamt of doing.

I slowly turned back around, my eyes settling on Nathan again. He didn't even notice I was still lingering and that was because he was focused, too focused.

My body was tensed up, and I knew what I was about to do was reckless, but maybe reckless was the exact thing I needed right now.

“Mr. Prescott,” I said softly, my voice almost failing me, as it came out shaky and hesitant.

Nathan’s Finger paused on the keyboard, and his head tilted up slightly, his eyes meeting mine. “Is there something else you need Mia?” he asked, his voice rough, but it sounded seductive to me, like velvet across my skin.

I licked my lips, searching for the right words, but they all seemed to vanish. My hands, trembling slightly, reached out before I could stop them. His eyes flickered to my lips, then to my hand resting on his chest.

“I need you,” the words tumbled out before I could think. My heart thundered in my chest as I met his piercing gaze.

“Do you know you are attempting to play with fire?” He asked, his brows raised.

“Yes, I do,”

For a split second, he didn't move. Then slowly, he closed the distance between us, his hands sliding to my waist, pulling me closer to himself until I could feel the heat of his body against mine.

“And I am sure you know what the consequences of doing this would be?” he went on, with his voice barely above a whisper, and his lips brushing against my ear.

I nodded, unable to trust my voice, allowing my body to decide for me.

“Are…”

Before he could finish his sentence, I pulled back and allowed my lips to crash against his, with a hunger that I hope mirrored his.

All the pent-up tension, the frustration, the heartaches, and the troubles of the night evaporated in a moment and were replaced by a raw desire.

His hands roamed my body, sending electrifying waves all over me, and I freely allowed myself to be lost in him, to be lost in the sensation of being wanted, a feeling that was on the scarce side when I was with Evan.

My mind screamed that this was wrong, but my body didn't care. The room suddenly blurred around us and all I could focus on was the feel of his skin, the taste of him, the way his touch ignited something deep within me.

We soon tumbled on the couch on the other end of the office, clothes discarded, leaving us in the bare form we came to the earth in. And for the first time in like forever, I didn't think about Evan, I didn't think about the betrayal the night came with, I didn't think about the hurt.

All I cared about was the moment, the escape route it provided.

Hours later, I lay in his arms, we both panting heavily, my body spent and my thoughts vague. I didn't question myself as much as I thought I would at the beginning, and the regrets I anticipated at the end weren't there either

Maybe it was because I was too focused on not reading any meaning into what had just happened between us, and not letting him have the satisfaction of dumping me first like Evan did, and wanting to walk away like I was never here in the first place.