HIS MISTRESS

ATTRACTIVE

You're attractive. You know that, he said, nibbling on her ear as he caressed her thighs, building an orgasm in her that she had never felt before.

“ Your opinion's biased," she murmured, color rising in her cheeks as she looked away. She moved her hands gently, dipping deep into his shirt. She traced his back with her nails, surprised at her self, but she was loving this. She wished it could be forever.

"Do you want me really that badly? Don't you want to get revenge on me? He questioned teasingly, brushing on her nose with his.

Lost in her own fairy tale, Arya was jolted back to the present. She stared at him, startled by herself. Had she almost surrendered?

“It’s late. May I be excused?” she asked, voice soft.

He met her gaze, a faint smile on his lips. “Am I keeping you from bed, Eddie?” he asked.

“Get out of my gym,” he ordered, releasing her abruptly. She stumbled to the floor.

, despicable. She mumbled, running as fast as she could.

***************** Eddie couldn’t focus the next day. At her desk, her thoughts kept drifting back to last night. _What was I even thinking?_ She’d nearly given in.

He’s impossible, she told herself. Her lips twitched. She shut her laptop. She needed a clear head.

“Am I losing my mind? Thinking of him—my father’s associate?” She kicked off her heels, nearly cracking the glass floor. “He’s a sharp boss. Sharp features, sharper tongue. And I can’t stand him.”

Silence. Vickie woke to an empty bed. Her sister had already left for work — with that odd boss.

She’d been acting strange. No hug this morning. No goodbye.

Vickie sat in the living room, glare fixed on him. His constant shadow. Agent? Something worse? He was always near Nickel. Why?

“You’re in my room this early,” she said, voice flat. “I hate you, Kelvin. You’re an agent. Am I a kid to you?”

She moved to sit beside him. “Why are you here? Are you attracted to me?” Her fingers twisted in her hair.

“I don’t chase,” Kelvin said, eyes on his tablet. “They chase me.”

“Must be why you can’t look up,” she snapped. “You’re not my fiancée, Vickie. You haven’t earned my attention.”

He didn’t look up. “Vickie."

She stood, and took the tablet. “Whoa.”

He rose too. “Your problem is you’re an amateur.” He tried to take it back.

“Then catch me,” she said, walking toward the bathroom, tablet in hand.

Eddie woke at her desk. The office was empty. Nickel was gone. No work assigned, no word sent.

It was late. He’d already left for the mansion—the same one she was headed to now.

She knew what that meant. She was late. And Nickel never let things go.

The car ride home blurred past. In the living room she stood, tension coiled tight. Would he punish her or let it slide? The mansion was quiet. Too quiet.

“Oh no,” she whispered, throat dry. “I’m late. They’re all upstairs. This is it.”

“Where are you coming from?”

The voice came from the dark. Her spine iced over. She’d expected this.

In the corner, seated in shadow, was Nickel. His voice was cold, unmistakable.

“Office,” she said.

“Hm. Office.” A pause. “Or were you at your boyfriend’s, to be smashed?

The words hit harder than silence. She steadied herself.

“I told you,” she said, keeping her voice even. “I was at the office. I fell asleep. I didn’t know you’d already left; I wasn't smashed by anyone. She shot him an angry look and turned to go upstairs. But Nickel's next words stopped her in her tracks.

“ You are so artful, Eddie. You can't hide your lies. Used and dumped. He remarked, tapping out a rhythm on his pen. The unusual sounds underscored his words.

At least being smashed by one guy all the time is enough, besides being smashed several times by different men. She defended quietly, her hands on the banister . One foot up.

What about you, Mr. Nickel? Have you ever stuck with one lady? Eddie raised an eyebrow in challenge.

, Am your boss; you don't get to talk to me in that tone,, he screamed authoritatively, getting up from his dark hideout, with steady approaches towards her.