In Love With My Boss

Nine

'No, thank you.' I say to his offer. I'd rather freeze to death before I take something from him. After all the s**t he just did, I don't want anything of his near me.

He doesn't push things further. In exchange, he says: 'Let me take you to your car.' What, you want to try your luck with me into a darkened parking lot, Belikov?

'I didn't come here with my car. I am going to take a taxi back home. Have a good night, Mister Belikov.' I say and turn around to leave.

'Bring me my car.' I hear him say to the little guy in front of the restaurant.

Thank God he let me walk away so easily, with no other acts of courtesy. I can't keep myself together for longer around him now. I just feel so, I don't know, humiliated? Like, did he really have to do that thing with the check? Yeah, maybe I took it too far with the dinner thing, but so did he now.

But to my disappointment, I hear footsteps behind me. His footsteps more exactly. He followed me and now he catches me by my hand. It is so warm and soft. At his touch, I relax completely, forgetting why I was angry in the first place.

'It's late, Miss Hathaway. I'll take you home.'

I am about to nod, feeling eager at the thought of being close to him into a car, as you know, legs may touch or who knows, even hands, but ah! I remember that I am angry with him.

'No, there is no need for you to do that. You troubled yourself enough tonight. I'll manage things on my own. Now if you'll excuse me.' But he doesn't let go of me. 'I would like my hand back.' I say as I try to get out of his grip. He is not holding me tight, but I can't seem to escape it.

'You won't find a taxi here, especially at this hour. Nobody really leaves this place into one.' Well, he is right, because I can't see one nearby. And all these rich people inside have all those damn cars with chauffeurs at their disposal to take them home. Ugh.

'Then I'll walk.' I say and wiggle my hand some more and he lets go of me.

Finally, I got rid of him. For real this time. I walk a block on foot, and he doesn't follow. I can already feel my skin turning to ice as I get further on my way home. Why was I stupid enough not to get a coat? This is going to be a hell of a walk home. And I have to get to the other side of town. Just my luck. I hope that I'll find a taxi somewhere near so that I won't have to walk all the way home.

But as I walk, there is a car that pulls over and its window descends. It is him. And his car, oh, good God. He is driving a dark blue Rolls Royce Phantom. I have read about this car into a magazine some time ago and I instantly fell in love with it. But seeing it before my eyes, well this is another thing. I could spend the rest of the night just admiring it. I have often dreamt about driving one too. It is simply amazing.

'Miss Hathaway, get in. I will take you home.'

'No thanks.' I say and continue my road, picking up the pace. Maybe if I do that, he will let me be. Is it so hard for him to understand that I don't want to be near him and that he should stop insisting? It seems so, because he starts the car and stops it in front of me just as I was beginning to cross the street, almost walking over my foot. I take a step back and look at him surprised. What the f**k is he trying to do? Does he want to kill me now? This man surely doesn't know how to accept a no for an answer.

'Rose, get in the car now.'

It is the first time he calls me like that. And my name sounds so beautiful in his Russian accent. The way the R's are rolling out of his tongue, man. I could listen to him saying it for days and I wouldn't get bored.

'But you drank wine.' I say as a last resort. It's not like I can see any effects on him, but yeah, I won't get into the car with him in these conditions.

'Fine. I'll just call some of my men to come and take you home.' he says as he opens the door and plans to exit.

I take a moment to consider things. Well, this way I will get home faster, and I surely won't turn into a walking snowflake in the process. And like this, I won't slap him or punch him somewhere down on his body and be the reason he makes some accident tonight.

'And I'll wait here with you.' he adds.

Fine, I guess I can abstain myself from tearing his eyes out for some minutes. Going with him or sitting here with him waiting for someone to take me home wouldn't be much different. I just want for all of this to be done. So I give in.

'Oh, God. You just can't give up, don't you?'

I get to the other side of the car and open the passenger door. A wave of heat blows in my direction and warms my body a little. I kind of throw myself on the warm black leather of the seat and good God, this car is as awesome as I read. Even better. Plus, it smells like musk. I slam the door hard to make a point and proceed to put on the seat belt angrily. But I can't seem to make this right. I can't lock it. I try for three times before I feel his hand on mine and I realize that he is now leaning over me.

'Let me,' he says. 'This one is always causing troubles.'

The air suddenly thickens, and I begin to breathe heavily. His scent is intoxicating me again. And he is so close to me! I can feel his warm breath on my hand, and a strand of his hair is tickling my upper arm. Remember Rose, you should stay away from him. And instead of leaning forward, I glue myself to the seat as best as I can, so that we won't touch. Not that much at least.

He locks my seat belt and returns to his place.

'Where are we going?'

I respond mumbling, and he ignites the engine. I gave him a wrong address, one close to my real one so I wouldn't have to walk that much. I don't want for him to know where I live. What if he decides to pay me a midnight visit one day? No thanks.

We don't talk again. At some point, he presses a button and the music starts. It is a weird song in Russian. But it is not that bad. It is that kind of song you can dance into a club if it is loud enough. Somewhere along the way, I even start to keep the rhythm on my thigh with my fingers.

'Does the music bother you?' oh, you give a s**t about my comfort now?

'No, it's fine.'

I enjoy the song as he drives through the darkened streets. I haven't noticed before, but it is already 11:30. We have spent three hours into that restaurant. That's a lot, considering that we didn't do much except to keep our mouths shut and sometimes stare at each other. Oh, and the other things involving me wanting to throw myself at him.

'So, how do you like this town?' he asks all of a sudden.

'Oh, so now we're chatty?' my attitude takes over. And he just smiles a little.

'Why not?' but I don't respond. I don't want to talk with him, period. 'So, how do you like it here?' he pushes things.

'What do you mean by that?'

'Haven't you moved here recently?'

'Um, yeah, I did. But how do you even know that?'

'I know everything about my employees.' Yeah, sure, everything.

'Really? Then, when's my birthday?'

'The 21st of March.' Oh, so he's not kidding.

'What sports do I practice?'

'None. But you enjoy running.' Damn, does he have a detective team following his employees around?

'My favorite color?'

He smiles again. 'My knowledges don't go that far Rose. But, ' I already put my disgusted face on. If he is trying to hit on me again, I don't want to hear it. 'if you wan-'

'No.' I respond way too abruptly and too harsh and he looks at me some kind of surprised. After this thing, silence falls and I scratch my brain for something to say, trying to make whatever happened earlier to disappear fast. Maybe I shouldn't have reacted that wild. As I am thinking, I realize something too. 'Wait a second. This means that you know where I live.'

'Yes, I do.' So he already knew I was lying to him. Yay!

'Then why did you even bothered to ask?'

'Out of courtesy.' At this, I roll my eyes.

Thank God that the streets are empty and we got there fast, so I wouldn't have to bathe in my own embarrassment. He pulls over in front of my real building. Fortunately, I can unbuckle the seat belt on my own this time.

'So, this is the place you really live in or you lied in your application too?' well, he doesn't waste any occasion to remind me of that, doesn't he?

'No, I didn't. Here's the place.' I say as I open the door. 'Thank you for the ride, Sir.'

'You are welcome. And you don't have to call me Sir, we are not at work. You can call me Dimitri.'

'Yeah, okay. Um, see you tomorrow, Si-' he frowns 'Um, Dimitri.' oh, I like pronouncing his name. I never said it out loud. I usually call him Belikov. Or bastard. Or fucker. Oh, or motherfucker. Yeah, I know, not so creative. But his name does sound so good.

He nods in response and I turn around and head towards the entrance. But the car doesn't leave. I turn my head and he is there, watching me. What? Is he still afraid I gave him the wrong address? After I enter the building he finally takes off.

DPOV begins

On my way home, I keep on thinking about her. It's sometimes annoying how much time I spend in my head thinking of her. At first, this thing between us was nothing more than just a game for me. But in so little time, something changed. I don't know what is happening to me, but I just can't get her out of my mind, no matter what I do.

Now, images of her keep spinning in my head. The way she walks, the way her hair kept on moving left and right as she was making her way towards my table, how heavenly she smelled when I got close to her, the way her lips move when she speaks, the way her lips feel at touch, and I seriously consider going back to her place and knock at her door, just to see her some more. But I think that this is not such a good idea.

Along the dinner, I just couldn't help myself not to let her boil, even though, at the same time, I wanted to talk with her; I wanted her to say something. But she was so not ready to give in. I know she wasn't speaking because I wasn't. And her being so pissed off about that made her look even sexier than usual and that damned dress she was wearing didn't do me any good either. All I could think of for the most part of our dinner was to rip that dress off her body and make her scream, right there, in the middle of the restaurant.

But God, she is so unwilling to respond to anything I do! I don't know what she thinks about me, but she surely has no good opinion, and I don't think it will change any time soon. It was a miracle that she even got into the car with me later. I didn't expect anything to happen in the car. But that seatbelt doesn't cause trouble. Ever. She was just so angry that she couldn't get it right. And I just couldn't let the opportunity of getting close to her pass, couldn't I? It's hard for me not to want to touch her. But she just pushed herself into the seat, trying to get as far away from me as possible. She doesn't want me to be near her. And she is making it so obvious, even with the way she is speaking with me or looking at me, like I would want to do these bad things to her. But all I want to do is bad things with her, there's a big difference. But hell, she doesn't want me. At all. And God, I so wish she would.

When I get home it's already past midnight. But as I enter my apartment, I hear the TV going, and there is someone on the sofa, watching it. Tasha. When she acknowledges my presence, she comes my way.

'What are you doing here?'

'Oh, wow. No greetings, baby?'

'Tasha?'

'Fine. I thought that if you weren't going to come to me this night, then I should. It took you some time to get home, you know? And' she stops and gets her fingers on my shirt, tracing little lines on my chest. 'I thought that I could thank you for the present you made me today.' I make a step back, breaking contact with her, just as she was heading down, towards my pants.

'No.'

'No?'

'No, Tasha. I fact, I want to talk with you about something.'

'What is the matter?'

'I think we should break up.'

'Oh, come on, Dimi. You don't really mean that. I get that you may be a little upset of me coming here without telling you, but you don't have to be so dramatic about it.'

'No. I mean it.' She throws me a squinted glare.

'Yeah, you do. What came to you all of a sudden?'

'Come on, Tasha. We are just prolonging the inevitable here. You know that between you and I th-'

'So, you are breaking up with me on my birthday?'

'Well, technically, it's not your birthday anymore.'

'Are you serious right now Dimitri? You know I don't like it when you are teasing me. It's not the first time you do this thing.'

'No, but this is the last time.'

In response, she grabs her purse and hears to the door. 'I don't know where you are trying to get to with this and I don't think I want to know. See you tomorrow, Dimitri, when you won't be in this joking mode.' And she gets out of the apartment.

DPOV ends

I can't fall asleep. I keep on switching my position over and over again, trying to find the perfect place on the bed, but all I can think of is him brushing his finger on my lip and these thoughts keep me awake.

At some point, my stomach starts to make some weird noises and I begin to think that those weird foods have affected my stomach. I knew I shouldn't have touched those oysters. Ugh. Rich people food. I get up and go to the kitchen to drink a glass of water in the hopes that it will remedy the situation.

And I won't go to sleep anytime soon, that's for sure. I am wide awake. And I keep on thinking about Dimitri. God, I want to bang my head on the closest wall. I know that he could only bring trouble in my life, he's that kind of man, but I just can't help it. And I have no idea for how long I can resist him. But I surely need to.

To get my thoughts away from him I find myself something to do. I open the laptop and enter some online shops. I begin to pick some dresses, skirts, office pants and shirts that ''are doing me justice''. Oh, and some high heels seem such a good idea. They will lift my ass.

This fucker. All he wants, in fact, is to see some boobs and some ass dressed in tight, revealing clothes, walking around the office all day long. Well, he will see that if that is what he really wants. Every single day. I am going to throw him a f*****g parade. Only for him. But I'll be damned if he'll ever touch any of them. And I am so ready to go to HR and write a s****l assault complaint if he ever comes near me, just to teach him a lesson.