Ti Desidero

-1-

Delilah

I should do more sports. No, honestly now.
I take the elevator, get off after three floors and take the stairs for three more floors. That's how I do it until I arrive on the 21st floor of the glassy, modern high-rise. The stairs for better fitness, the elevator for a breather. Jesus Christ.

The doors open and I march into my glassed-in office, but pause when I see a dark figure sitting in MY chair with his back turned to me.
"Nice view," comes a deep, masculine, goosebump-inducing voice. I cross my arms and stand silently, forcing him to turn around. ON MY CHAIR.
In the past, I would have fainted with excitement had I met someone so beautiful. Pitch-black, fluffy hair that partly covers his green eyes, with which he grins at me. He wears a black suit with a tie that matches his eyes and I suspect bad things.
"So we meet again, don't we?"
I grit my teeth.
"You're sitting in my chair," is all I say.
"You're on a first-name basis with your boss, huh? I guess I'm allowed to sit where I want.  And I mean, you're welcome to sit in your chair, too. But I'm still going to stay here."
Oh no.

Half an hour before I have to show up at work. And a whole one to not be too late. I'm just sitting down on the park bench here in New York's Central Park when the wind blows my tissue away, forcing me to run after it to catch it.
Grabbing it, I wipe my face with it and dry it before returning to the park bench. To my surprise, an outrageously attractive man is now sitting there, his arms crossed.
He grins diabolically as he sees me looking in vain for another bench.
"You're an arrogant, selfish jerk!" I order him and stomp away, but something holds me back. A tingling sensation runs through me as I realize it's his hand gripping mine tightly and pulling toward him. He promptly places me on his lap.
"I'm not that selfish," he whispers in my ear and leans back, relaxed.
I put my arms around his neck and approach his ear. "Yes you are" I whisper seductively, smile, stand up and leave. But not before I slide off his lap slowly and rubbing.
He can go fuck himself. Even if he is hot.
But as beautiful as he is, he's apparently not on the inside. And I have already made acquaintance with that.

"Oh, now you're asking instead of just pulling me?" I ask and lean against the doorframe.
He grins, stands up and slowly, agonizingly walks towards me.
Oh how I wish right now he would just pull me back onto his lap.
But instead he captures me as he positions his hands each to the left and right of my head on the door frame and looks down at me. His scent hits me and for a moment I forget everything. Almost, just almost I step even closer to get more of him. As he leans down to me, he stops in front of my ear and seems to notice my elevated pulse.
"Don't worry, Principessa. I'm not a bad boss. At least not if you do what I say."
I grit my teeth again. He doesn't mean that. What a jerk.
"May I remind you that you were a jerk when we didn't even know each other?"
He raises a brow. "Damn, are you mad because you don't have a place to sit, Principessa?" His voice has taken on a dangerous undertone, and he moves closer and closer to me until he's pressing me against the doorframe with his strong, trained body. Not that I don't enjoy it.
"You'll ALWAYS have somewhere to sit, even when I'm there and in your seat. Just come and sit on me. Problem solved. Now stop pouting or I'll kiss that mood right off your face. And that's not going to happen, I'm not going to start anything with someone whose boss I am. So now go sit in your much coveted desk chair and do some fine work for me, will you?" He gives me a nasty smile, pats me on the head like I'm a three-year-old, and leaves the room. I hit the wall and stifle a scream.
Shortly after, the door opens again and he sticks his head in the door.
"Oh, and next time...put on something more decent." With that, he disappears again.
Now I'm really screaming. And he hears it, I'm sure of it. I look down at myself and realize what an asshole he is. I'm wearing the same clothes I wore before with my old boss. High heels and a black, tight and knee-length dress with a buckle.
I will pay him back, I decide in this second.
Maybe I should take his place as well and not have to be told what to do anymore. In high heels and short dress with cleavage.
But for today I have endured enough. I leave my office and when I feel his gaze on me, I show him the middle finger backwards.
Great, I don't even know what his name is. Instead, he calls me "Principessa".
Great, isn't it? Just... great.

Thank you for reading chapter one <33