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"Hi, Ms Olifant?" I look up to find Clarissa standing prim and proper next to my desk, "Mr Sin would like to see you in his office."

And he couldn't just call my desk phone like a normal person, or have one of his many assistants call my phone. I mean, there's no love lost between Clarissa and I but making the poor girl come all the way down here just to call me up is very unnecessary.

"I'll be right there, thanks," I say up to her and make quick work of closing my files and signing out of my laptop.

Two things that have happened since... what happened happened... Mr Sin being out of the country for a couple days and me finally moving into my cubicle a couple of days ago.

I haven't seen since crazy that kiss last week, I don't even think I remember the rest of that day because all we did was devour each other the whole day.

I spent the weekend playing the whole thing over and over again--

I remember the feel of him, not only how his warm hands fire to my body with his caresses but the how hard and strong his body felt under that suit. That clean, airy intoxicating smell of him. The feel of his stubble against my cheeks, against my neck, in my hand... I have never been kissed and touched like that.

The taste of him. Yoh. Hot, sleek and smooth. Then he did this thing with his tongue when he swept across my palate and honestly... shivers. Wetness immediately pooled at the apex of my thighs.

After he picked me up and I wrapped my thighs around him so he could walk us to thr couch, I was practically writhing on him at that point I was going crazy.

I wanted more-- more of him, more of this thing that his touch instantly set alight within me, more closer, more of his hands on me, more pressure between my thighs.

But all we did was kiss. He might have grabbed my ass and attacked my neck but his hands went no where near the places I desperately needed squeezes.

It still feels like some weird, out of body dream, or an imagined reality because looking back at where we came from there's no way that me and Dickhead Sin made out all day on long in his office. No fucking way. Not me.

I'm not one of his suite snacks-- aboBrie, Bessie, nton-nton. That's not me. I always vowed that I'd never let a man especially him ever put me in their shoes.

Also, I never thought I was attracted to him nor he to me so what happened? What changed? And exactly when did it change?

I take the elevator up to the top floor and get off with steady foot steps no matter how heavy my body feels with each step I take--

I haven't seen him in almost a week, he was apparently out of the country and this man is the most unpredictable person I've ever met. I can only wonder what he wants now.

I'm not dressed as provocatively as I was last Friday, the dress I'm wearing is very simple- black, square necked, long sleeved, and knee length. And of course, all chic and form fitting. I still stopped traffic though. Still turned heads.

Anyway, now I'm approaching the door and I don't ýknow what to do. I don't know what rhe protocol is since this is not my space anymore.

What do I do here? Go straight in like I own the place, like I used to? Or do I now start waiting jp the assistants to be announced once again?

Luckily, I don't have to wonder long because by the time I'm near enough they tell me to go right in.

I don't know what's waiting for me on the other side of the door but the second I close the door behind me, Mr Sin descends upon me.

He must've already been nearby because he pushes me against it and locks it shut by my waist.

It's so sudden and so quick that I don't even catch my breath until I feel his hands on my waist and his nose brushing against my ear.

"Hi," He breathes this low, moaning sound.

"Hi," I'm more breathless.

"You left," He moves his head to my neck and I have to tilt my head to accommodate him.

I swallow dryly and drape my arms around over his shoulders, "As planned..."

"Mmm, are you okay?" He places a soft kiss on the back of my ear.

And again. Shivvvers!

I catch my breath and clamp my thighs tight, "Mhhm," I moan my response "Are you?"

"Absofuckinglutely not," Now both his hands around my waist and he's finally bringing his face to mine.

My fingers snake into the soft hair at the nape of his neck when I finally make contact with those amber of his, fanned by long black lashes.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" I can't believe this is what we're doing now. Wasn't I the one who told him that we are just strictly professional?

This is far beyond the scope of professional, it's not even funny.

He bites his lower lip in a little dimply smile, "Don't say things you don't mean now..."

I raise an eyebrow at the challenge, "You know me better than that."

Now he full out smiles, eyes glowing, dimples and everything. I have never seen him like this--- that twinge of darkness that always seems to swim in his eyes is nowhere to be seen today.

He takes my hand and presses his lips to my forehead. I take that moment and calm my racing heart and breathe in the scent of him.

"You should come back," He pulls me away from the door, "It's too quiet up here now."

I laugh quietly, "It hasn't been a day, you'll get used to it."

"Maybe I don't want to, maybe I just want you here all the time," He must be joking.

"Why? All we do is fight and argue?"

"And now it turns out we can do other things," He teases.

Again, I can't help but smile, "Please don't tell me you called me all the way up here for this.."

"No, I called you up for lunch knowing you, you're probably planning to work through it..."

I slow down my steps and lag somewhat behind him. He slows down as well and looks at me with furrowed eyebrows.

He saw me not eating lunch some time last week, and realised that I hadn't eaten the previous day either and without asking or saying anything had a meal sent up for me by his assistants.

We never talked about it. Never even acknowledged it.

I thought that would all stop this week when I moved down to the cubicles but a meal has been sent down there for me every day as well.

"Why?" I ask with a little sigh.

"So we can eat and talk?" He seems confused.

"I can't afford to eat and talk, I'm already behind on my work and--"

"Then let's eat and talk about that," He tugs my arm and leads to the couches, "It's my business after all and I did say I'd help you out if you need it."

Okay... so somehow I unlocked a brand new level of Mr Sin. And again, if this is version that Brie them got then her tears make much more sense.

It's no doubt that this man is a drug and everything he does and is, is designed to get you hooked-- someone who looks this good, is this powerful and has the whole world in this hands, capable of anything and only gives you attention and care... how can you not become addicted?

I'm already thinking about his next kiss, his next touch, I already want more.

"Alright," I concede without a fight, "What did you get me today then?"

"Shrimp scampi."

Whatever that is.

We sit down on the couch, he makes sure to sit next to me and I don't know how this food is going to settle in my stomach when my every nerve just wants him but okay.

He asks me where I am with this project and I vent--

Basically, I'm nowhere. I only gained access to their network on Monday and even then there are certain areas where I'm still denied access because apparently Mr Papa-Christodoludolu says I don't have proper clearance. And not only that but he never brought over the other files as promised.

I didn't expect this job to be easy, it's near impossible as a matter of fact but I still can't afford any delays. I only have two weeks left now and I need turn into a proper, permanent situation someway or another.

I did find a someone in IT willing to code a program for me from scratch though they could only work on it after hours which was cool but then of course that meant it'd be finished by tomorrow which meant again... little to no progress for me. Luckily it's a simple program, doesn't need millions and millions of code lines.

"He's really starting to piss me off now," Mr Sin says through clenched teeth.

Now I'm curious, "What's the deal with you guys anyway? You don't seem to like each other much..." By the way, this scampi shit really hits the spot.

He's eating too so I have to wait a beat for an answer, "Family friends, kind of always grew up around each other. They needed help and Daniel volunteered me."

"Your grandfather?" It rings a bell, think I've heard him mention him before.

"Yeah," His voice is a little hard, "He's the one who convinced me to hire him. Markos is brilliant sure but he's a bit of a fuck up."

Zayn said something similar right?

I swallow and shift a bit to get comfortable, "Now I don't know why you'd hire a fuck up to be in charge of your start up's finances but be honest... do you think he had anything to do with what happened with the books?"

He seems mighty suspicious now that he's fucking around and not complying. He's delaying and diverting, and it does not look good for him.

"Definitely," Mr Sin doesn't miss a beat, "I know it was him."

Okay...

"Then why--"

"I know he did something, I just need to know what and with whom. And I honestly don't have the time to find out on my own."

Well he's making it hard for me to find out. I'm meeting with forensic accountants tomorrow and again, that's really going to push it. I just hope Mr Sin is willing to pay them enough to have them put in extra time.

I can tell that this line of conversation is actually making him angry, and I still have some many more questions especially about this grandfather of theirs. I don't quite remember the first time he was mentioned but I know it was just ominous.

I take a sip of my drink, "And what ate you gonna do to Markos when you find out?"

"You don't need to worry about that."

"Dixon..."

He looks at me with a sly smile, again with the dimples playing along, "You just focus on your end, alright?"

I roll my eyes, "Is that you telling me to stay in my lane?"

"No, this is me not trying to ruin this good time we're having," He pecks my cheek and stands up from the couch, "Don't worry about Markos, he'll be dealt with."

He seems to be very worried about me.

I don't say anything, just eat and watch his tall beautifulness lean over his desk to do something or another.

Once again, a million thoughts are running through my head. At the forefront being, what the hell is going on in his own mind?

"What?" He asks from his desk.

"What what?" I ask back.

"Your quiet is too loud, what are you thinking?"

Firstly, fuck him for that.

Secondly, I am thinking so I stand up too and approach him at his desk. I can do that today because the sky is that beautiful bright blue that almost looks artificial. Like it was coloured by a crayon far as the eye can see.

I don't know how to put this so I'm just going for straight up, "Why did you kiss me?"

He glances over his shoulder, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean what do I mean?"

He rolls his eyes and I almost laugh because I have never ever seen him do that. It looks so unnatural on him, so uncharacteristic. It's ridiculous.

He's back to looking for something on through his papers, "Are you mad that I kissed you?" He asks without looking at me.

No.

"... Because, you know you kissed me back..."

I know.

He suddenly stops and turns to me. Fully turns to me. In that way that makes it a little difficult to breathe steadily.

Golden eyes shine down on me, "Do you want me to stop?"

I don't respond.

He steps closer, "Yes or no, Imani."

No, I don't want him to stop. I don't want him to ever stop.

I just want to know why. How. When? When did he start wanting to kiss me? Has he always wanted to kiss me? I mean, yeah I know I'm attractive but I am nothing like the skinny little white girls he had parading in his suite. Never thought I was his type if that's his type. I'm the complete opposite of every woman I've seen him with.

And he's the complete opposite of any man I ever thought I'd be with in any capacity.

I never thought I was attracted to him...

"Imani..." He breathes.

"Dixon?" My voice is low with the onslaught of my overthinking.

I'm not the go with the flow type of girl, that's pretty obvious.

I need to know at all times exactly what I'm getting myself into so that I know how I'll get myself out of it, I don't like to be left scrambling and twisting in the wind. I need to be sure of my every move and every step or else...

And him, he's just too unpredictable for me--

I never know what he's thinking, what he'll do next or why even.

He scares me. I admit.

And the way every cell in my body responds to the mere presence of him. That... that terrifies the shit out of me.

I half sit on the edge of his table and sigh heavily, "Do you promise to tell me the truth one day?"

He moves to stand in front of me and frowns a little, "What truth?"

I look down at my open toe slip-on heels, I can't let him see me this raw when I say this, "About why it is that you really hired me... why you kissed me, when you started wanting to kiss me and if it has anything to do with why I'm here..."

Fingers tip up my chin and I'm once again eye to eye with him, once again way too fucking close for my sanity.

"You know," His breath fans my face, "One of your guests the other day, one of the ladies said to me that you're not as smart as you think you are..."

That doesn't surprise me. Those bitches.

I lick my lips a little, "Is that so? You said something similar once, no?"

He smiles a little sheepishly, "Yeah, well this time I'm of the the opinion that you're smarter than you actually think you are. I told them that as well," He becomes serious again, "I already told you why I hired you, I can't make you believe it. That's on you. And this is surprising coming from you, you're always so confident and so sure of yourself..."

I smile up, "Oh, I'm definitely sure of myself... it's you I'm just not sure of."

He smiles too and places his hands on the table, on either side of my hips... trapping me, coming dangerously close to my face, "Well, you've never really been sure of me and I doubt you ever will be, you're too smart for that..."

"Don't patronise me..." I narrow my eyes at him.

He chuckles silently, "And as for kissing you... that's been a long time coming."

"When exactly?"

"I don't know but definitely before you came here, definitely while you were working my suite."

Bullshit, "You hated me, you couldn't stand my guts--"

"Because you were annoying--"

"And you said you didn't want me around, that you never wanted me around..."

"Doesn't mean I didn't want to kiss you, or hold you... or feel you against me," His one hand touches my hip, "Doesn't mean I didn't want you."

Really? Even then?

I would have never guessed.

"When did you know that you wanted to kiss me?" He turns the tables.

"When you kissed me," is my response.

"Ouch," He laughs.

I laugh too, "No, really," I drape my eyes over his broad shoulders, "I didn't know I wanted to kiss you until you kissed me," I pull him closer if that's possible, "Didn't know I wanted to touch you until you touched me.".

His breathing deepens, "And is that all you want to do?"

I whisper against his lips, "That's all you can handle for now..."

Now his laugh is against my lips, "Is that what you think?"

"That's what I discern," I close my eyes at the feel of his lips on mine, it feels too good. My skin is starting to tingle.

He breathes me in, "Just remember, you asked for it."

"Asked for wh--"

His tongue plunges into my mouth cutting my words off with a deep moanful sigh that ricochets through my body.

I get lost in him once again, completely losing myself to the sensations of his touch and feel, the heady mix of his scent and warmth, the hardness of his body and tenderness of his care.

I don't even think when his hands go to my knees and slowly hike up my dress as they slide up and expose my meaty thighs. I don't think when he effortlessly picks me up and props me full on on his desk. I don't think he pulls my spread thighs closer and leans forward to arch my back.

But I definitely do feel as his hard presses against my softness, as his hands glide up my waist. His kisses on my neck, my chest. His teeth on my earlobe, lips on my cheek, back to my mouth and... dzammmnn!

I'm actively grinding against him, rubbing my plush wetness against his rigid warmth. I wrap my legs around his waist to bring him closer, as close as we can be in this position-- if it were up to me, I'd be in his skin right now I want him so bad.

I don't think my body has ever felt anything like this, that I've never felt anything. I've been with two guys in my whole life and it felt nothing like this, I was never this crazy with hunger and yearning.

"Shit, you're fucking perfect," He moans down my chin.

My hands are on his belt, the pants needs to drop if I'm going to get my much needed relief.

His one hand grabs them and halts them before I can completely unbuckle him.

I stop and look at him, panting and breathless, "What? What's wrong?"

"Not today, not yet," He kisses me again.

Hot and wet, "But I need..."

What? What do I need? Him to fucking penetrate me?

Maybe.

Definitely.

I may not be a go with the flow but I'm also not a flowers and roses girl. That's why I have a baby with my best friend. Not because I don't think I deserve them but because I don't need them, they're just a representation and representations can be misleading.

But he's right-- not today. No matter what my body is saying, I can't let him in there.

"I know you need..." Dixon's voice breaks through my haze as he lowers his kisses down my body.

The first touch of his soft lips on my inner thigh makes me sigh and lie completely down desk.

The next kiss is a little higher and that one makes me buck with anticipation.

My body is all coiled and tensed, all anxious and desperate with my fingers buried in his hair for balance.

Teeth lightly graze my groin and this is time I do shudder, enough to jump the air like a lunatic.

I look down to see what he'll do next-- flick my thong to the side or what? Hardly believing that I'm this bare and exposed to him.

And he's that close to my vagina.

He looks up at me from between my thighs, glowing golden eyes full of a carnal promises.

Fuck me.

My head drops back.

His desk phone rings.

Fuck me twice.

He doesn't seem to care for it, too preoccupied with what's infront of him probably.

The phone beeps through the intercom system, "Mr Sin, Ms Zavesky is here to see you." Another beep.

His grip on my thighs as tightened.

I don't know who Zavesky is but I know that his mood has completely evaporated.

And so has mine. Now I'm just nerves and wetness struggling to get oxygen back into my lungs.