SEDUCTION

8

Definitely his car, I didn't remember his number, but I don't know anyone with an identical car. The BMW is parked on the curb in front of me, going up the sidewalk for pedestrians. I look around, I don't see any police cars, I'm sure he would have been fined. I turn my back and look away from the car. I'm not interested at all in finding out what he wants, I prefer to ignore him, I start slowly past the blocks that get lost in the clouds. The shops are closed at this time, I choose not to look back. I hear him get out of the car, he slams the car door hard, I hear his footsteps approaching me. I bite my lip, the thought of him coming towards me makes me shudder, I don't want to be unable to control my body again. A firm hand grips the elbow of my right hand and stops me from walking. He's behind me, he doesn't say anything, but I can hear his rapid breathing.

- Why didn't you stop? He asks me in his serious, serious and extremely sexy voice. The warm breath meets the sensitive skin of my throat, causing a shiver down my spine.

- Why would I do it?

- You can't walk home. He says, rubbing his nose in my hair.

- Why can't I?

"Are you full of questions today?" He takes a step and stands in front of me, the light of the light bulbs that are placed on the side of the street darkens his features, he seems much more mysterious, stronger than I remember.

- Why do you think this? I ask him intentionally.

"Don't try to be smart with me."

I raise my chin a little, I have no reason to listen to him, although I am dying to feel it again, I don't want to give up.

- I want to take you home.

"I don't care what you want." I don't want to have anything to do with you.

- Too late, I'm basically your boss.

He's nervous, and he's always looking back, maybe he's afraid his car will be stolen ... he grabs my wrist and pulls me after him. I pull my hand and look him angrily in the eye. Tonight everyone seems to think they have to give me orders ...

- I do not want to come with you, as you told me, you are my boss, and one of the rules of the Agency is that it prohibits relations between employees.

- I'm not employed. Come on, Ava isn't a child ... He puts his hand to his forehead, then runs it through his thick, carelessly arranged hair over his head. You drank, and you walk alone on the street, let me take you home.

I look for a taxi, I don't see any, I look at it again, it has its jaw clenched, and its palms are clenched in its fists. I give in and approach him.

- I want you to take me home, that's all.

"I repeat, I'm not going to do anything you don't want to do." His answer comes dry as a promise, he won't do anything I don't want.

I walk past him and head for the car parked on the sidewalk, opening the front door of the car before he can make the rider. My gesture causes a puff of annoyance, it just explodes, I'm not going to let him control my life. I need to regain my confidence. I need to prove to myself that he can't influence me, that he has no power over me. I get in the car and slam the door. I see him go around the car, stop on the left side of the car, look for something in his pants pocket. I observe silently how she answers the phone, I don't hear what she is talking about, but the call only increases the state of agitation I feel, visibly angrily punching the roof of the car. I tremble with fear, my eyes fixed on him. What happened to him? Maybe I should go down ... He opens and gets behind the wheel, he doesn't make a sound, he just looks at me, long, sensual, his gaze hides passion, desire. My lips open automatically, my mouth dries, and I think the temperature in the car has gone crazy ...