Bound To You(Zayn Malik)

Chapter 2

Submissive (n): /səbg2;misiv/

1) One who is empowered by abdicating one's will to that of another.

One week later...

I stand from my desk to file some documents when my office door opens and closes abruptly. Looking over my shoulder, I turn and am greeted with the charismatic smile of Mr. Malik.

Ever since he has started working here, he has made an effort of humbly gracing me with his presence atleast twice a day. This happens to be the first of his daily attempts.

He casually slides his hands into his pockets and perches on the edge of my desk, his eyes suggesting that he has alot to say.

"Vanessa Anne Simmons." he mutters and I involuntarily smile.

"What are you, a stalker or something?" I question sarcastically and return to my seat.

"No." he blinks and his eyes wander to the curvature of my breasts. "But when I want something, I tend to do my research."

I swear if the man could be any smoother, he'd slide right off my desk.

I roll my eyes and prop my elbow on a manila folder, my chin gently resting in my palm. "So, what do I owe the pleasure you've so kindly bestowed upon me?" I groan and his smile widens to a satirical grin.

"Cute Ms. Simmons."

"For the last time, Mr. Malik, i'd like it if you'd call me Mrs. Povich." I scowl.

He leans forward, a mischievous brow raised. "And i'd like it if you called me Daddy, but we can't all get what we want. Now can we?"

I cut my eyes at him and turn away, rising from my chair to walk over to my window. He licks his lips and waits for me to respond. I'm guessing he likes this game of 'cat & mouse'.

"What is it that you want from me?" I turn and ask.

He sighs and rises to his feet. "Coffee. Tonight, just you and me."

"Mr. Malik, do you realize that i'm a married woman."

"And I like coffee. What's your point?" he snaps, his grin now dwindled to an apathetic stare.

I unfold my arms and take two paces towards him. "My point is that it is inappropriate for me, a married woman, to go out and get coffee with you, a single man, when we can just go to the break room and do it right now."

"There is alot of things I would love to do with you right now Mrs. Povich, but drinking coffee isn't one of them." he states with a tender lick of his lips. "Besides, this isn't the kind of coffee I want."

I re-fold my arms and grin deviously. "Well we all can't get what we want. Now can we?"

"Ooooo." he coos with a pucker of his plump lips. "Touché Mademoiselle."

"Oui Monsieur." I retort. "Surely you did not think that I could not use your skillful tactics against you. If so, you have me sadly mistaken."

"I admit my defeat." he sighs and walks around the desk. I back up. "Please." he says with an outstretched hand. "I'm asking you, colleague to colleague, tonight after work. I'm not asking you on a date. Just coffee......and alittle dinner."

I extend my index finger and poke his chest. "ONE coffee. That's it."

"That's all i'm asking." he says as he takes my hand, balling my index finger and caressing my fist between his palms.

I swallow.

"Java Joe Cafe' 8:00?" he asks and I slide my hand from his hold.

"Yeah, sure." I nod, looking up into his hazel eyes. They sparkle with charisma, yet burn with temptation.