"Fuck-." I melted in his arms, unable to look into his hazed, tantalising hazel eyes. Being in his proximity was like being hunted, by an unforgiving and powerful beast.
He pressed his rough, strong hand against my mouth, gently clasping my lips shu...
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I CLUTCHED MY PURSE against my chest, walking towards the office. Wearing a slight frown on my face, I struggled to gain composure before I made it to the door.
The exterior was connected to his domain by a glass door, there was a sheer curtain blocking the view of the inside. I'd been standing outside the door for almost a minute now, my hands trembled in fear. There was a dark, thick and almost menacing aura slipping out from the inside of the room.
The pound of my heart matched the ticking clock, the sounds of which filled the binding silence.
"Come in." My heart skipped a beat as I heard his deep, commanding voice.
I shut my eyes, pressing the button on the exterior of the door, the sound of a soft bell ringer, and the lock of the door slackened.
The room was slightly colder, suited to fit his tastes. I grabbed onto my wrist with my free hand, visibly shaking.
I opened my eyes to see the doctor, who was facing his desk with an unreadable expression.
"Good morning.."
He turned around slowly to meet my gaze, wiping his damp hands with an almost familiar branded handkerchief.
He was the pinnacle of masculinity. His muscular frame was almost bursting from the inside of his bright, clean white button-up, a few buttons at the top loosened for an appealing effect, I could tell he had done it purposely.
His ruffled pants straightened out as he stood upright to greet me, his long, muscular legs filling out them out. He wore a stethoscope around his shoulders, a thick doctor's coat adorned his figure.
His thick eyebrows furrowed above his haunting hazel eyes. For a split second, his face twinged a hint of surprise, replaced by a stoic expression. His godlike features offered a more welcoming expression, through those cold hazel eyes, he looked into mine. I shivered in his presence, my pulse quickening. He oozed a seductive poison, hypnotic to the mind. His face was sculpted by the gods, with olive painted skin and jaw dusted with a soft stubble.
I felt my heart skip a beat as he began to verbally greet me.
"Good morning, please take a seat while I look over your documents." He pointed towards the lonely seat beside his office desk.
I sat quietly, crossing my legs as I looked down at my skirt. I avoided his gaze, but something about him just felt incredibly familiar. Being in his presence almost put me in a sate of Deja Vu. I'd never seen his face before, but being in his company did not feel like a new occurrence. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. His scent was sweetly intoxicating, and being in his proximity made me want to melt in his smoulder.
