I looked back at him. He was smirking, waving a small black remote at me.

He : "You thought you could escape?"

Me : "Vedansh, what are you doing?"

He : "I am your boss, Miss Aahana. Come here."

He patted his lap slowly.

Me : "Sir, this isn't appropriate."

He laughed then. A low, dark sound. But that laugh was pure evil. I was gone now.

I took tiny steps toward him until I was right beside him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me firmly onto his lap.

He : "You love to disobey your boss, huh? Then you can't just run."

His hand traced from my neck down to my cleavage, then lower to my waist, gripping possessively.

He : "I told you these curves are only mine to see. And today you dressed like this, Miss Aahana. Tell me, what should I do to you?"

Me : "I-I had nothing to wear."

What a lame excuse. And why was I stuttering? Why was I getting nervous? I always wanted this. So why was I trying to run?

He : "I don't care why you wore this. I am asking—are you willing to take responsibility for what you have done?"

Why was his voice sending heat pooling between my legs? I tried to move, but his grip became tighter.

He : "Do not move, Miss Aahana, if you don't want things to get worse for you."

Me : "You were so shy."

He : "I am. It's just that since you claimed me as yours, I claimed you as mine. And I don't get shy in front of what's mine."

He : "Now kiss me. You were so bold kissing me in my office, so do it again."

Me : "I didn't mean to kiss you. It happened accidentally."

He laughed, low and dark, but his hand was already slipping beneath the hem of my skirt. His fingers trailed slowly up my thigh, a dangerous contrast to the calm in his voice. Every inch he climbed sent sparks shooting through my skin.