Chapter 4
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First day moment
I walked into James's office, hesitantly and a little bit curious to know why he asked for me the way he did, 'cause I could literally hear anger in his voice when he said, "My office, now!"
I could feel the weight of the atmosphere on my shoulders, pushing me down and weakening my knees. I knew coming in late this morning on my first day at work would get me in trouble. But it wasn't just the lateness... it was the way he looked at me.
When I walked into the conference room, I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Worse, I could feel James's eyes all over me till the end of the meeting. His gaze was full of hunger and very predatory. I couldn't stop noticing the way his eyes lingered once in a while.
I was standing in front of his desk, and his eyes lingered on my body again for a minute before he addressed me.
"Stacy," his voice cold and low—it sliced through the silence, but I liked the way my name sounded from his lips.
"Yes, sir," I responded, shaking within.
I wondered whether it was fear or something else... something dangerous. I could feel a twirl in my stomach.
"Do you know what time you came in?" he asked, his tone sharp.
"Yes, Mr. James... I'm so sorry... I didn’t get the, um, notification on time so..."
"So you're saying I'm at fault here?" he asked, his eyes fixed on mine.
I couldn’t maintain eye contact for even a minute longer.
"No, sir, you're not... I'm so—"
"You're sorry? Do you know how many people noticed you walking in with that dress of yours?" he said, taking in my whole appearance and digesting it like a delicious meal. Suddenly, the dress felt too revealing.
I blinked several times, trying to compose myself, but I couldn’t—because he got up from his chair and walked across his desk as he stepped closer to me. Suddenly, I stopped breathing. The air became too expensive for me to afford.
Breathe, Stacy. Breathe.
Every step he took made me feel vulnerable. His jaw tightened, and I could see his muscles straining beneath his shirt.
"Everyone looked at you," he declared, his voice darker than before.
"This dress you wore..."
I held my breath as he trailed off. Is he angry at me or... what exactly is he on about?
I was confused about what his intentions were, 'cause yeah, I knew the dress was something else. I have a habit of confusing men with a bodycon dress on. To top it up, it was a nude dress—so it’s almost like I wore nothing. I saw the way people looked at me today, but I didn’t expect him to look the same way—even worse.
I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice. "Um, I... I didn’t mean to constitute a nuisance with my outfit... I, uh... I’m sorry," I said, stuttering and feeling even smaller.
He stepped closer to me... way closer, and I could feel the heat coming from his body.
"Look at me," he demanded, and I did—immediately—like I didn’t want any trouble, so I had to obey.
I looked into his eyes, and all I could see was anger mixed with... thirst?
Is he finding me attractive right now? Lol, oh my gosh, I like it—but it’s scary.
"You didn’t just come late. You wore something distracting, caused a distraction in the meeting, and then you blame me for it," he said with something in his tone that I couldn’t detect. His gaze was totally fixed on mine, and I couldn’t look away from those gorgeous eyes.
"So you thought this outfit was right?" he asked, eyes still locked on mine.
"No, um... I didn’t—"
"You didn’t what, Stacy?" he said, as his eyes trailed down my body. I felt smaller than before.
"Are you scared of me, Stacy?" he asked, as if he knew my heart was beating very fast, that I couldn’t breathe properly.
"No, sir," I blinked and turned my gaze to the floor—the only place I tend to find solace now.
"Well, you should be," he said, amusement in his voice.
"Look at me," he commanded, and when I did—I almost regretted it. There was something in his eyes, like he was fighting a battle within himself. I almost wished he didn’t fight it. 'Cause I wanted to see what he had in mind to do.
Crazy, right? Yeah, that’s me.
"Next time I see you wear this type of outfit to my company again, you won’t get fired—but something will happen to you," he declared, and I just nodded.
"Use your words," he said.
"Yes, sir," I tried saying.
"Go to your office and don’t make me call you in here like this again."
"Okay, sir," I said as I turned to leave. I could feel his eyes boring holes into my back... my ass, particularly. Well, this was what I wanted, right? But definitely not like this.
I walked out of his office and went straight to mine—just outside his door. Yeah, it’s only me there. Just us both on the top floor of the building. Anything could happen.
And I wish anything happens.
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