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I looked at my phone, counting the minutes until I would be able to leave my workplace. Mr Thorn should arrive in the next two hours, but because of the barbecue party, everyone could finish earlier and prepare for the gathering. I had a fantastic chance to disappear and not meet his icy glare until Monday.
I was staring at the closed door into Alessandra’s office, succumbing to another fantasy about my boss. This time, we were in the conference room on the other side of the floor, with a great view of Seattle. The setting sun's rays shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a colourful scene. My trembling palms were pressed against Mr Thorn’s hard chest, and I was losing myself in his blue orbs. I took a sharp breath, trying to calm myself down, although it was really hard. My brain was clouded with the image of his huge hands holding my arms. His face was too close to mine. The perfection of that picture was crowned with a passionate kiss.
"Electra." A deep voice was making its way through my daydream, and I smiled, still holding on to my fantasy.
"Electra!" I winced in pure shock when Mr Thorn shouted right into my ear. "Are you deaf?"
I jumped up from my chair, realizing that he had returned from his trip earlier.
"No, I was just…" I struggled to find some words, putting some distance between us.
"Dreaming about me?" He chuckled, and I felt my cheeks redden in embarrassment. There was no way for him to know that I’d almost had a wet dream about him during my working hours, yet I was ashamed of my thoughts.
"I have better things to dream about, Mr Thorn," I replied, regaining my composure. The bastard had an ego the size of the United States; he didn’t need any more encouragement.
"Like what?" He straightened his spine to his full height, showing me his huge chest and broad shoulders. At the same time, he blocked my way from behind my desk.
"Like my new apartment!" I spluttered the first thing that came to mind, glaring at him.
"You don’t have a new apartment," he said, taking a step closer. We were on display, yet he didn't seem to care that everyone who stepped out of the elevator could see him approaching me like a predator stalking his prey. I would end up being the centre of all the gossip in the company.
"How could you possibly know that?" I raised my eyebrows at him, studying his arrogant smirk. Shit! That asshole had read my personal file. Or worse. He probably paid for a background check.
"You can’t do that!" I shouted, exasperated. "It’s a violation of my privacy."
His cocky grin widened, and he pinned me to the wall behind my desk with his huge body. He put his big hands on both sides of my shoulders, caging me. He wasn’t touching me, but the heat radiating from him, along with his intoxicating manly scent, was enough for me to forget about my surroundings.
He leaned closer, piercing me with his crystal-blue eyes, and I felt wetness pooling between my legs. If he wanted to bend me over the table and fuck me, I wouldn’t have said a word against it.
"You should already know that I can do anything. To you and also with you," he whispered, his deep voice enticing me.
Every cell in my body wanted him to touch me. Every nerve in my body screamed in agony for his lips and hands. He was provoking me, and he actually enjoyed tormenting me. I was sure he knew about my secret glances in his direction. He noticed my ogling and drooling over his body. And he decided to use me as his entertainment. Could my life get any better?
The loud ringing of the phone broke the spell between us, and he mumbled something incoherent under his breath. Without another word, he left and violently closed his office door.
I returned back to my seat behind my desk, thinking about what had just happened. Was I really that desperate? He didn’t like me. He was a powerful man with a number of past relationships. If he was interested in me, he wouldn’t act like the biggest idiot on the planet.
But why did he actually make an effort to tease me? Why would he say all those weird things? Was it only me who wanted to see the sexual attraction between us?
I shook my head from side to side in an attempt to get rid of all those questions. He came early and destroyed my plan about disappearing, but I could survive one more hour. With a bit of luck, he wouldn’t come out until I was safely at home.
I returned to his office to complete my last duties five minutes before the end of my shift, checking that everything was in place. Thankfully, Mr Thorn left shortly after his arrival, and I was making the last round in the room, checking the computer was shut down, and that the files that needed to be signed on Monday were prepared on his table. I didn’t know if he planned to come back, so I’d rather take care of it and try to avoid an unnecessary scolding from him.
When I was sure I had looked in every corner, I moved to enter the bathroom. Exactly as I presumed, the room was still full of steam from the shower, and Mr Thorn´s white button-up shirt and black pants were thrown in the sink.
I gently grazed the expensive fabric of his shirt with my fingers, imagining very inappropriate things again. It was like my brain had a life of its own. No matter how hard I tried to push back the thoughts about my boss, they still emerged from my subconscious, putting me in a nervous state.
I took Mr Thorn’s clothes from the sink, unconsciously pressing them against my chest. I inhaled a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment. I didn’t realize how strange I must have looked, hugging his shirt and pants, yet when I heard a loud feminine voice behind me, I winced in fright.
"Why are you sniffing Bastian’s clothes?"
Dread washed over me, and I slowly turned around, gaping at a beautiful thirty-year-old woman who was glaring at me like I’d just committed a first-degree murder.
"I’m not," I objected, letting my arms fall beside my body. I was still holding his shirt and pants, but not as close to my face as before.
"I know what I saw," she continued, piercing me with her doe-like blue eyes. I knew who she was, but she obviously didn’t remember me. Her name was Rose Adelaine, and we met when she was presenting a marketing campaign to the former CEO. She was always very rude, arrogant, and bossy. Basically, she was Mr Thorn in a skirt.
"You saw wrong, Miss Adelaine," I politely replied as I attempted to walk past her. She stepped to the side, allowing me to enter Mr Thorn’s office, and a breath hitched in my throat. He was there, half-sitting on his table, reading a file.
