Cruel Attraction

What's her fate?

Sofia tried to free herself from his grip, but it seemed like he had no intentions of letting her go just yet.

He still has her pinned to the wall, even though her hair had someone covered a great deal of her face she still saw the little smirk on his face, he seemed to be enjoying everything about this.

He moved one of his hands to her face, moving her roughed hair away from her face. His face was very close to hers while he wore a smirk before slowly looking down her lip and immediately back to her eye. He seemed to be watching her carefully and she wondered why.

She noticed his grip soften on her waist, his other hand still flickering through her hair. Her slender fingers had subconsciously moved on his shoulders so her attention was drawn back to the fact that she was touching her shirtless boss.

"You little liar." She heard him say.

"I will like to go now," Sofia said moving her gaze through his face, his hair seem to have slightly fallen to the side on his face.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I'm the one hungry," his gaze was still fixed on her, but she tried not to get caught in his domineering eyes again so she just looked through his shoulders.

"Look and me when I speak to you." She heard him command before he reached her face and directed it to his.

"I will need to go get my stuff and leave now." She spoke in a soft tone while her eyes showed tenderness.

She noticed his smile grow into a laugh before he even moved his face further towards her. Their lips brushed causing Sofia to melt and wonder what a kiss with this man would actually feel like. He was too close to her, in fact, they were breathing the same air at this point. Well the air from his breath didn't seem bad at all because it sent a sweet sensation down her tummy.

"If you think I will fire you, then you can't read the room," he said before moving his face away from her and then letting her go.

"Tell the chef to prepare me some oysters, she is got forty five minutes left." He said moving back to his previous position.

"I want you to serve me yourself."

Dennis directed his gaze to her, as he watched her leave without questions.

He sat at the mini office chair, resting his back on it.

He let out a little laugh, how nervous she seemed under his embrace.

Ms. Sofia was his domestic staff after all, that was the missing puzzle he had been trying to decipher.

"She wasn't actually such a good liar because each time he asked her that question during the interview she always fell dumb for few seconds while her hand twirled on her dress.

Her voice had sold her out. The same soft but stable voice. He laid back on the chair and thought about how great she scented, how her soft eyes managed to sell her innocence.

She might be confident sometimes, but she was fragile too.

''This is not good,'' he muttered.

"She is your staff and students." He added. He snapped out of his thought and now his mind had dropped on the ornament box his mum had gotten him on his 31st birthday. He would be thirty three soon, but not too soon.

He wondered what his mum would do when she found out that her her beloved trainee was a liar. Would she cancel their deal? Well, he would hope so because he didn't want one person knowing his work and home schedule since he wasn't quite sure if he would fire her.

He hated liars, especially the one who had to live in his house and help make his dishes.

Sofia had informed The head chef of Mr. Wayne's new order, and she just sat by the corner of the kitchen waiting for it to be ready.

She sat on a stool by the corner in the wide highly equipped kitchen. The kitchen was wide and the floor was made of marbles. There were so many chambers and cabinets in the wide kitchen, ten different meals could be made at once with how equipped the massive cooking place was. She sat wallowed in her thoughts. Her hands and feet were cold and almost Shaky, she knew that was her anxiety kicking in, so she slightly shook it off.

She moved her hands to her lips, having a flash back of the previous event. She recalled how close he was to her, how she didn't even mean to rival against his closeness even though she did. Her hands against his hard muscles sent a little flicker in her body.

Why was she almost fantasizing over a second in her boss's embrace? Oh, the devil was hard to resist and even the bible warned her!

"I want you to serve me yourself," she recalled his exact same words as she wondered why.

'The devil always has an agenda.' she concluded. Why didn't he sack her right away for lying? Would he terminate her deal with Venus?

A wave of anxiety went through her body as she sighed, letting out a deep breath

"What have I gotten myself into?" She murmured, adjusting herself on the stool. She wore a black and brown striped overall mini skirt with a white t-shirt underneath.

Her anxiety had sent her exposed legs shivering, so she wrapped her hands over her legs as her gaze caught the cute pinkish fury and Fluffy foot wear that she was wearing.

"What is it that bothers you, pretty face?" Madam Francisca must have noticed her troubled self. she sat up and brushed up her expression.

"Nothing," she responded.

"Oh dear, everything will be fine, just know I will be here just in case you wanna talk about it," Francisca said before taking her attention back to the work at hand.

Madam Francisca was just the nicest person ever, she was a black plus size woman in her middle fifties. Madam Francisca wasn't the only chef in the house, but she was her favorite and she only had her work days with her.

She worked only three to four days a week, one day in and the next day out. So they both had three days to four days off, in a week. The other chef who always took over from them was also a female chef, but younger. She had a male assistant, Charles. Charles was her friend and they were cool. They hung out a few times. Charles often visited her room, but he doesn't stay in the mansion. He only came on his work days. Charles was the one who got her the huge pinkish fluffy slides that she was currently wearing on her last birthday.

"Pretty face, go get the servers, will you?" Sofia snapped out of her thoughts on hearing that. It meant the food was ready.

"I will serve it, she said. Before she stood on her feet.

Maybe it was the huge fluffy footwear, but her legs felt heavy. Or it was just her thoughts weighing her down because the last time she checked, that footwear was almost weightless even though its fluffyness made it appear huge.

"Are you sure about that?" Francisca asked, making a surprising face.

"Pretty face, I think everyone in this house knows how much you hate to serve him." She added as she still made a surprised expression.

Sofia didn't respond, she just moved to the rack, getting an appropriate tray to serve the dishes in.

"Okay, if you are sure about it," Francisca said as she reached the sink, washing her hands.

Sofia arranged the meal along with the oysters in the tray and took it up to his room. He had his meal in his room eminently but mostly had in the dinner downstairs.

Her hands were shaky, but she took a little second to meditate before encouraging her self to stay strong.

If he wanted her gone, he could go on with it, but she wouldn't accept him taunting her.

She knocked just once and she heard him instruct her to come in.