Revenge- Arylie O/S

Part 5- Call Out My Name

Aryan adjusted his belt and smoothed out his pants. After what Imlie had done in the conference room, he had to take care of things himself.

Luckily he was able to escape by covering his issue with his laptop and make his way to the washroom.

Jungli kahin ki. How dare she just leave him hanging that like that?

If Imlie thought she could one up him without consequences she sure as hell had no idea what was about to come her way.

As he stared out his cabin window into the office, he saw Imlie talking to a few interns near the main doors. She seemed to notice him staring, as she looked up and gave him a smirk.

It was 1:00 pm and some people already left for fieldwork and to finish interviews. However there were quite a few still working away at their desks.
Rolling his eyes at her, he walked back to his desk and called his secretary.

"Shilpa, tell everyone they can leave, take the day off and enjoy. While you're at it, cancel all my meetings for the remainder of the day and send Imlie in my cabin. You can take the rest of the day off too. I'll see you tomorrow."

"But sir-"

Before she had a chance to say anything else Aryan hung up.

Pinching his nose between his hands he briefly closed his eyes and leaned back against his desk when he heard the door swing open after what felt like hours.

He didn't even need to look up to know that it was Imlie. He could sense her presence from a mile away. In she walked, looking radiant as ever. She smelled like jasmine today and Aryan could barely control himself. He had just fixed what Imlie had started and now he could feel his pants slowly start to stretch.

"Tum hum ka bolaya?" She stood there slightly smirking.

The nerve of her.

"Imlie where's the article you promised me?" He stared at her blankly, maintaining his cool was a must if he was going to get under her skin.

"Woh almost hogi gava hai, bas ek do interviews aur chahiye hum ka uske baad se hum submit kardenge ABP"

She gave him a sweet little smile.

F*ck. So much for maintaining his cool. He wanted to push her up against the glass walls and-

"Waisan, yeh sab log kaan gaye? Koi dikha nahi dere humka" Imlie motioned towards the now almost empty office as people had quickly left.

"I sent them home" He replied.

Raising her eyebrow she gave him a quick look. She was now walking over towards where he was leaning against his desk.

"Kyun?"

Imlie was now directly in front of him, Aryan's back was against his desk. Perfect, right where he had wanted her.

"Kyun ki Imlie..." his tone dropped from professional to deeper and more pressing. Aryan reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her up against his chest.

"...I am THE boss. And I can bloody well do whatever I please"

"ABP..lekin aaj deadline, woh articles...hum ka.."

She tried pulling away from him but his grip
tightened around her wrist.

With his free hand, he wrapped it around his waist and pulled her against his body getting harder by the second.

Letting go of her wrist he grabbed her chin forcing her to look up at him.

"What did I tell you Imlie? I AM Aryan Singh Rathore. I can do whatever..." He trailed off grabbing letting go of her chin.