Brinley's POV
Friday,March 22nd, 2015
"Darling, you should know by now I'm anything but professional." He said stepping closer to me.
"I can clearly see that." I uttered bitterly surprising him.
"Don't use that kind of tone towards me sweetheart. Did you forget who I am honey? Your boss? Mhm I can fire you in a split second; matter of fact I can ruin your whole fucking career." He threatened, as he spoke he got closer and closer until he was raging in my face..
I could feel my face flushing, red uncontrollable anger surged through me.
"Who the hell do I think you are? I think you are some asshole who has gotten his way for to long. I can't decide if you're just a moody dick or if you're a narcissist. And threatening me for no damn reason?! I have been working my ass off to get to where I am. Don't ever try to take that away from." I enraged, meaning every word.
He just smiled and all I thought was "oh shit."
"Moody dick? Hm, didn't know you were so vindictive darling." He said chuckling.
"You don't know much about me." I stated quietly.
"I know you bite your lip and fiddle with your hands when you're nervous. That you hum as you work on my schedules. I know that you hate that I turn you on. I know more than you think." He said surprising me.
It's true I was attracted to him more than I wanted to be.
"Oh really?" I questioned him or more so challenged him.
"Yes, in fact I bet you your little panties are soaking wet." He said making me gasp.
"You are unbelievable." I said shoving him out of my path and heading towards the door.
"Where ya going princess? Am I to unprofessional for you?" He sneered.
I grabbed my bag and stormed out of his expensive home, leaving a little of my dignity behind.
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Monday, March 25th, 2015
"Good morning Brinley! How was your weekend hun?" Sharron asked politely from behind the main desk.
"Okay, how was yours?" I asked in return.
"Wonderful!" She said cheerfully, which made me nauseous.
I can't handle this much cheer on a Monday morning.
In reality my weekend was far from "okay". It was pathetic, I endlessly moped around my apartment. I kept replaying our conversation in my head. His words provoked me much more than they should. I wondered if I had said the right things all weekend long.
My stomach tangled into tight knots as I got closer to his office. I took a breath and opened the heavy wooden office door. He seemed to be buried in his work as usual, his eyes fixated on mounds of paperwork. Quickly, I sat down at my desk and began busing myself. I just hope he doesn't fire me.
"Good morning, Brinley." Mr. Malik said warmly.
Why is he so happy? He stood up from behind his dark wooden desk and neared mine. He wore a white button up shirt and grey dress pants that fit his bum nicely.
"Aren't you going to say good morning?" He asked as he leaned against my desk.
"Good morning, Sir." I replied looking up from my work.
"I think we need to talk." He said making my heart stop.
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Thank you guys so much for all the reads lately I'm so happy and great fun! I hope you enjoy this chapter and yes I know it is shorter than usual. Comment and let me know how you like it! -Dee xx

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