His Little One

Chapter 5

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They were nowhere to be found. Rosalinda for sure left them in that same drawer.

A door slammed closed making Rosalinda stand up from behind her desk. Her boss walked in and motioned for her to come into his office.

Oh no. Did he know what she did? Did he take them? She just couldn't help herself, she needed the release so badly. Why couldn't she be normal and wait till she got home?

Flattening her dress she walked into his office. He sat down with his elbows on the table. "How do you know Jamie Ruelle?"

"Who sir?" She asked confused. She didn't know anyone named Jaime.

Her boss placed both hands flat on his desk. His icy blue eyes narrowed looked down at his desk, as if there were an offending spot, and if he were to look at it hard enough it would disappear. Or better yet the spot was his model girlfriend.

"The man who called you angel face."

Rosalind's eyes widened. The guy from the file room. Why did he want to know if she knew him or not? "I didn't know that was his name, he helped me collect the files you needed yesterday."

His eyes flicked up to stare at her face. Rosalinda was more than grateful that he didn't suspect a thing; she was more than happy to answer his questions about Jamie, than as to why he found her with a flushed face and panting.

"He seems quite fond of you." He admitted. Rosalinda's face became hot.

"Oh, I'm not interested sir." She said softly. She was interested in him. All of him. But, she would never admit that to him or come between his relationship with Marsha.

His head slowly rose to look at her. "Is that so?" Why was he all of sudden interested in her love life? He couldn't possibly find her remotely attractive. She was a nobody; he would be mocked for going out with someone with just a low socioeconomic status.

She nodded in confirmation.

"Good." He said as he pointed to the chair in front of his desk asking her to sit; which she complied. "Tell me something Rosalinda. What do you think of me?"

Rosalinda tilted her head to the side in confusion. "What do you mean sir?" Where was all this coming from?

If she were to answer that question honestly; she found him sinisterly sexy and mouth watering. Wanting nothing more than to be placed on top of his desk, with his hands around her hips as he thrust into her, as she scorched his back with her nails.

"Call me Leon. It's after hours and everyone is practically gone. As to my question, what kind of impression do you have of me?"

She squirmed not knowing what to say.

"Be honest." He said as the same mischievous smirk returned. Rosalinda wanted nothing more than to playfully lick the corner of his lips.

Why was he being nice to her all of a sudden?

"Uhm, well sir- Leon I thought you were and still are intimidating." She said as she played with the edges of her dress.

"Hm." He grunted. "Did you know who I was before even meeting me?"

"No sir, I had no clue who you were." And it was true she didn't know what he was; she hardly knew the names of famous celebrities, much less rich business owners.

"Some people would say I'm a dick or just plain cold." Rosalinda picked up her head and met his narrowed blue gaze.

God, it felt like he could see trough her; in an alternate reality if he did possess such a power he would see her bare under her dress, and very much wet.