Made For Sin

Bad decision

I'm fuming as I continue to sort out the papers. It's been a whole hour, and I'm still burnt over this stack of papers, putting aside the necessary and unnecessary ones.

Occasionally, I turn around to look at the annoying man behind me and huff. I feel like ripping his head off his body, more like ripping his clothes off his body, shut up your bloody mind.

I'm so happy when I check my time and it's already 12:30, that means I can feed this tired body with food. I can't believe I used a whole 3 hours just to sort out these papers. I'm imagining  how long it's going to take me to shred the irrelevant ones and arrange the relevant ones back on the shelf.

I stretch immediately I'm on my feet, I grab my phone and head to the door, ready to rush out and grab something to eat

His voice has me pausing my steps. "Where do you think you're going to miss Johnson?"
To get food, duh, after working me to the bones, do I look like I'm spending a second of my lunch period here
I turn around to face him, and I inhale a lot of oxygen because I do need a lot to deal with this man right here

"I'm leaving to have lunch,"
"And who gave you the permission to"
"No one, but it's in the company's description that lunch is at 12:30"

He takes his glasses off his eyes and then looks directly into my soul, okay, that was an exaggeration, but for real, the man is looking at me as if trying to get something out of my soul

"Sit down."
"What?" There's no way he's making me skip lunch.
"I said sit down,"
I'm still rooted to where I stand. This isn't fair at all. Does he want me to die of hunger

"Don't let me make you," he says it like he really means it. And as much as I would love to see him try, I'm too annoyed for that.

I take a few steps towards the couch and sit right back with a very loud huff. I hear him chuckle, I guess he's really enjoying this, then

He stands from where he sits and walks towards the door, still looking at me, "Don't move an inch."

I scroll through my phone and wait there for him. My stomach growls with every passing minute.

At 12:45, he re-enters the office with two paper bags in his hands. I look at him curiously when he starts walking towards me.

He finally sits down on the other side of the couch. He places both bags on the table and takes the content out.

As soon as the aroma of the food hits me, my stomach growls, and my mouth is already salivating.

He hands the food to me, owww, so that is what he went outside to get. He could have at least given me a heads-up. I say thank you right after I take the food.

We eat in total silence, and it doesn't feel awkward. It feels like something we do a lot

After eating, he goes back to work, and I now have a lot of energy to continue with mine.

I take little breaks in between, and I don't skip the way he looks at me whenever I turn to look at him.

Finally, at 4 pm, I'm done with shredding and arranging the papers. I collapse unto the sofa and close my eyes for a minute

I can swear I closed my eyes for a minute, but the next thing I feel is someone shaking me gently, I open my eyes slowly and then stretch, i find my boss standing and looking at me curiously.

"Shit!" I stand up after I realize I actually fell asleep, "was I asleep for long?"

"Check your time."
I look at my time, and I have to do a recheck. It's 8 pm. How did I end up sleeping for that long, and why didn't he wake me up

"Why didn't you wake me up?" He stares at me and just shrugs, " you looked too peaceful and were comfortably snoring, I couldn't miss that show for the world, " he says, smiling.

"I don't snore," i shriek, "you do." I can hear the humour in his voice.

"Arghhh,"
"Are you not leaving?" he looks around, "I'm leaving in a few minutes. Go and get your bag, I'm dropping you off,"

"No, I can  get home by myself,"
"Miss Johnson, that wasn't a question." he looks at me sternly, as if daring me to disobey him, I huff after knowing I'm never going to win an argument with this man.

I go to my office to grab my bag and meet him at his, the whole office is empty, I'm guessing he normally goes home this late.

We walk silently to the elevator and down to the parking area. He comes over to my side to open my side of the door for me before he goes to sit at his side

"Where do you stay?" I give him my address, and he starts heading in that direction.

The atmosphere is not too awkward thanks to the song playing in the background, I just look out of the window and stare at the world passing by, how would it feel if we were going home together, Our Home.

I shake the thought out of my head because I know this man can never be mine.

We finally get to my destination, and he parks, "This is me."

He nods, "Nice apartment."
It's my time to nod, "you stay alone."  Do you want to come in? That is what I wanted to ask.

"I stay here alone," and then my mouth on its own accord decides to voice out my thoughts

"Do you want to come in?" he whips his head towards me, I see his Adam apple move. We both know this is such a bad idea, especially when I know I've wanted to rip his shirt off him throughout the day.

"Just for a while, sure,"

We come out of the car and start heading towards my apartment, I can feel the tension between us

I struggle to unlock my door because my hands keep shaking, I feel him right behind me, his front suddenly against pressing my back as his hands come around my hands and he turns the key, opening the door, my heart is already racing. Dammit

This was such a bad idea, bad bad idea, what was I thinking when I asked him to come in.

I enter first, and he enters right after me. He enters a bit further, and I turn to close the door.