Racing Desires

4. Smirking

Kiara's POV:

Staring at my monitor I can't help but smirk. Yes Sir.... Your obeying Ms Summers. I don't know what the hell has gotten into me, but I can feel a slight heat rising from my body.

For a moment a part of me did hope he was going to barge into this office again today. Although it's probably for the best he didn't, this is my god damn work and I am sure not one of these girls to jump her boss's neck. I work damn hard to achieve what I want, being the best on what ever I do is what drives me. Second best isn't good enough for me. This is my only way out of the shit hole.

Besides I was kinda taught to be the best, anything else wasn't worth anything. Not in my world.

This Trish might not care about her reputation, but I do. Gosh it's only my third day here and I've seen her with three different guys and it was very obvious what they were up to. Right now I can even hear her fucking around with the guy in the office next to me. If you ask me, this company should really check their costs on employees better, doubt she is worth keeping. Except if she is here to keep the male population in a good mood.

The other two girls at the front desk, would probably be enough to deal with the real work. Well be it, one thing is for sure I am not risking my reputation by sleeping with my boss. This isn't a thing I do, my work is what gets me to my positions, not sleeping with someone in high positions.

I felt like jumping Dean's neck in anger, when he suggested I had slept with his father or something to get this job. For a moment I nearly lost control and was close to punching him into his pretty face.

The face that covers nearly every magazine in this country and even is known international, young sexy billionaire. He's counted to be one of the sexiest and most wanted men of this country. His well shaped and well worked out tanned body and face are to be seen everywhere. His striking jawline, full lips, high cheekbones, everything on this man is eye candy.

But the most impressing thing about his face are his eyes, while his right eye is a striking blue, the left one is hazel coloured paired with beautiful long lashes every woman would die for.

If you could only see the eyes, you would still recognize him immediately. Adding the dark blond wavy hair, which he has shorter on the sides and the longer part on top slicked slightly back into order, make him smoking hot.

Although my usual type of guy would be wearing simple jeans and a t-shirt, I must admit Dean could wear anything to make him look smoking hot. Damn I have to stop thinking about him in this kind of way. He's my boss an unfriendly one to top it off.

To be honest I am quite glad he is sending me my work per mail at the moment. That intense moment when he had me cornered against my desk yesterday nearly had me going weak on him. I was unable to think straight with him being so close, feeling his hot breath fan against my skin, the heat radiating from his body and his intoxicating awesome scent blew my mind.

And against my nature I was even turned on by his dominant behaviour, something I usually hate on a guy. Is this why I wrote this damn mail? God he must think I'm nuts to send him something like that. It just simply flowed out of me with his way of behaving and writing in his dominant manner. But gosh, he's my boss a damn successful one, of course he is dominant. And for a matter of fact, I know it's been driving him insane the last two days, I wasn't budging to him like everyone else does.

But why should I? I mean, sure he pays my wages and has given me this job. But that doesn't give him the right to treat people like shit and one thing's for sure, I'm done with people not treating me the way I deserve to be treated. I've had enough of that lately.