He : "Miss Aahana, you dressed like this because you wanted to test me. You stood so close to me, touched my neck deliberately, and then kissed me just to tease me. And you call all this an accident?"

I was all red now, my breath shallow, my heart hammering against my ribs. He knew my every trick. Every game I had played.

He : "So now, be a good employee and kiss your boss."

Me : "You knew everything. Then why did you play innocent at first?"

He : "Then how would I trap you in my arms, Miss Aahana?"

Me : "Vedansh, you tricked me."

He : "Yes, I did. If tricking gets me you in my lap, I will always do it. And call me sir. I love how it sounds when you say it. It's so tempting that I lose all my control."

I clenched my thighs harder, the heat between them unbearable now. I looked at him with thirsty, heavy-lidded eyes, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

And then I kissed him. I poured every denied desire, every stolen glance, every sleepless night into it. He met me with equal hunger, his hand gripping my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. We weren't kissing anymore. We were devouring each other alive.

But the kiss broke as we heard someone knocking on the door. I straightened my clothes and stood away from him as he unlocked the door with a calmness I didn't feel.

The manager gave us a strange look but didn't dare say anything.

I left his office, my cheeks burning, my lips still swollen.

The rest of the day passed in a flash. It grew late, and one by one, everyone started to leave. I knocked on his door.

He : "Come in."

I went near his desk.

Me : "I am leaving, sir."

I deliberately used the word sir, letting it roll off my tongue like honey. He instantly looked up from his laptop, his eyes darkening.

He : "Wait for a little. I will pack up, and we will have dinner together."

Me : "But what about my car?"

He : "Park it well in the parking lot."

He said it casually, then shut his laptop, packed his things, grabbed my hand, and we both left together.

He started to drive, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting possessively on my thigh. His thumb traced slow, distracting circles against the fabric of my dress.

Me : "In which restaurant are we going?"

I asked, trying to distract myself from his touch.

He : "Why would we go to a restaurant? Iam taking you to my home. I will cook for you."