TRAPPED BY HIM

CHAPTER THREE—Attraction

Cily

“Get into the car.”

The cold air whipped savagely at my face, as I tried to process what was happening.

One minute, I was having a good day settled behind my desk, and then the next, my wrist is hurting and I’m staring into the icy eyes of my boss. Lucas.

“W…Why?” I pressed my lips as I waited for an answer.

“Why?” Lucas asked, letting go of my wrists. He was staring at me with eyes that bore no warmth. “Aren’t you my assistant?”

“Your assistant, not slave. Where are you taking me to? I cross checked the schedule for today and there’s nothing for 4pm.” I replied, doing my best to maintain my composure. Deep down, my mind was screaming at me.

4pm was usually my time. The only time of the day when I am not obligated to wait on Lucas hand and foot. That was my free hour, but today he was determined to take that joy away from me.

“Slave, assistant, they all mean the same thing.” His eyes raked over me, slowly. Deliberately. The first sign of trouble. “We’re going to the Gemini.” He said with an air of a man who was used to making statements and was never questioned about them.

An uncomfortable silence ensued as I stood there, staring him down and waiting for an explanation I knew was not coming.

“You say that like I’m meant to know what it is.” Hot anger rushed up and through my body. I was mad at him, which was a daily occurrence, and I hated how unbalanced it made me.

If Lucas had heard me, he made no effort to respond.

Instead, his eyes darted reverently to the Porsche that he’d had me pinned against some minutes ago.

“Get in!” Was all he said, as he entered into the car and revved the engine, leaving me standing by the door, not sure how to open it.

One thing was for sure. Lucas was no gentleman.

“You didn’t get the door for me.” I half yelled, before clearing my throat. Half yelling was a constant thing now and sore throat was the norm of the day. It irked me each time I picked up lozenges and pain relievers from the Pharmacy.

At this point, you're wondering why I just didn’t open the door by myself. I could not. I didn;;t know how to, but I’d rather swallow bile than admit to that.

The engine of the car revved with a rude boom. Lucas was at it again, pushing my buttons.

“How is any of this fair?” I heard myself say, as I tugged on the car’s handle.

Again, he revved the engine and the car roared, as if annoyed at me for not entering. “Stop it!” I yelled, as he revved it again.

It was driving me crazy. He was driving me crazy.

“Need help there, darling?” Lucas called out, but I heard him chuckle after.

A thousand needles pricking my skin was the sensation I felt. “Get out of the damned car and help me!” I screamed in frustration.

I was past caring about what anyone would say or what he thought. I was even done caring about retaining my job.

Which was better? My sanity or a couple hundred dollars a month?

“The first step to expressing your emotions is shouting. I understand.” I heard him say, turning off the car’s engine and stepping out of the car. He didn’t bother closing the door behind him.

It seemed like forever as he walked over to me, his hair falling over his face disrespectfully. His shirt was open, three buttons down revealing a nice set of muscular abs.

I swallowed, willing myself to drag my eyes away from his body and even with a disheveled and tousled look, Lucas was still gorgeous.

I hated him for that. It had to be legal to look that good. Sadly, Lucas knew that too.

When Lucas got to me, his eyes raked over me, and then he sighed, and ran his hand through his hair, in a gesture that made me seem exhausting.

Was he serious? I almost blurted out, but then wondered why I hadn’t.

I stared at him, unable to make words come out of my mouth. I could not bring myself to talk, because I was using that energy to keep from lunging at him, and burying my hands in his hair. And not in a good way.

“The one thing you should always keep in mind, dear Cily…” His voice, silky and smooth washed over me, as he placed a finger under my chin, lifting my face to his.

In the movies, the female lead would look away, or try to fight against the male lead’s touch, but I was not in a movie and such never happened in real life, anyway.

Something stirred in his eyes–the first reaction I’d gotten from him in days–it was almost as if he was trying to figure out why I was not talking back.

His voice was sinfully low when he leaned in, his finger still under my chin. He was dangerously close. Too close.

“The next time you scream at me…” He trailed off as his eyes fell to my lips, then continued, hsi gaze never leaving my lips. “I will leave marks, and I promise you’ll be helpless to stop me.”

What was it? I wondered as my legs suddenly became weak. I wanted so desperately to understand why Lucas affected me in ways that I could not explain.

He let me go, opened my door and walked over to his side of the car.

I stood there, watching him, and unable to unscramble my scrambled senses. All I could think about was his voice doing tricks to my body. All it took was his damned voice to undo me.

Mechanically, I ran a hand through my hair, while I breathed out of my mouth, but eventually, I got into the car.

I had no choice.