"What are you thinking?" I ask him.
"You really want to know?" He replies in a voice so dark and full of warning it sends a shiver down my spine.
"Yes." I say, being utterly brave.
A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips as he walks towards me...
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Emara Stone
'Have you reached home?'
I look at the text sent by my asshole boss and a deep annoying grunt comes out of me. "Erhh! What is his problem? Is he my dad or parol officer?"
"Who?" Ana asks me, while rummaging through her closet, looking for pantyhose.
"This guy, Dakota!" I exhale in frustration. "My self-proclaimed boss."
"What did he do now?" She quips, half-listening, half-searching.
"Ah! I am so tired of his hot and cold behaviour." I lie on her bed as I tell the tales of my first day in office.
"You know one minute he is correcting my dress code like a damn principal, and in the next minute he starts flirting with me saying I want to know you more, what are your hobbies and blah blah shit! Frankly, this man needs a damn hobby himself." I scowl.
Ana pauses, she twist her face towards me and questions, "Is he okay? Like, mentally? Because he sounds like he might have severe mood swing episodes, which is not normal you know."
I freeze. My heart does a weird flip as I know exactly what she is hinting about.. His mental condition.
I forgot Ana is a psychology student and he is a walking psycho under all that charm. She could detect his disorder with just a sniff.
"Well, all bosses are mental." I force a laugh, waving off like its nothing.
"Anyway, what's this?" I point at the black straps lying on her bed, in an attempt to change the subject. "Looks like a BDSM tool."
"What, this? It's the hip belt for my stockings." She says, glancing at it.
"Belt for stocking?" I repeat, raising an eyebrow. "You mean those things that look like lingerie for secret agents?"
Ana rolls her eyes saying, "No, Sherlock. They are for holding up stockings under the skirt, so they don't slip down while you sit or walk."
I squint my eyes at the straps. "These look sus to me, like they belong in Christian Grey's PlayRoom, not under a skirt."
"Well.. They can be used for role-play or foreplay, if that what turns you on." Ana smirks, handing me a pair of her stockings. "Either way, I like them better than pantyhose, which by the way, I can't find. So, if you are desperate, feel free to borrow these."
"Ughh! Okayy." I sigh, stuffing them into my bag and get back to ranting about my first day at work.
"I am so tired. I can't believe he actually made me work and then dump extra work on me to do at home. Oh god! Is there any other way to get rich fast without selling my soul?"
"Marry a rich guy, problemó solvó." Ana advices me.
"Well, I know a rich guy and he is a fucking miser. He won't even spend a penny on me and instead, wants MY money." I grit in annoyance.
