My dear boss Zayn

Let's take a ride

It didn't take me long to accept Zayn's offer, I said yes quite immediately, his eyes preventing me from saying no, like an enchantement. But I think it is just me.

Only Zayn and I are now in the basement of the magazine, searching for his car. I follow him behind carefully, the sound of my heels echoing on the ground. I can't stop watching him and even when he walks he looks classy, I don't know how to put it but he smells like confidence in his gait.

He's the type of man you won't mess up with just by looking at him. I can feel it, he means trouble, but I don't care. It is like I'm feeling secured and in danger at the same time when he's around.

There is a part of me that wants to see what troubles feels like.

I know I'm having unprofessional thoughts when it comes to him, and maybe this is not right but I want to get closer. I want to see the real him, because, since he hired me I only saw this bossy side. But, today's might be a good opportunity to know more about his personal life.

Mr. Malik takes the keys out of his pocket and makes his car flashing. I turn my head and my eyes are wide open when I see what kind of car he has. I stop right in front of it.

A bright red Maserati comes in sight, I can't help but let my jaw drop. I've never been a huge fan of cars but this time, it has me shook. Of course Zayn smirks as he sees the look on my face, I bet he's proud of himself.

"Candice ?" He licks his lips.

"Excuse me, I was just looking at your car." I say, confused.

"You like it ? I've got the same in white and blue. But the red's my favorite one actually."

What a showy.

I give him a tight lipped smile even though I want to roll my eyes so bad, I know he is rich, why does he have to mention it ? I open the door of the car, sit next to him and give him my address, he puts it on his GPS right away. Of course the inside of the car looks even more gorgeous, the seats, caramel, smell like leather. I think I've never been so comfortable in my life, - well if we ignore the tight feeling in my stomach which comes back again.

When Zayn offered to take me back home, I felt a bit stressed as I knew that we were going to be alone, just the two of us. It might seems ridiculous or common but to me, being alone with him...

It is something.

I have already been alone with him of course, in the same room but in a car. It feels different like it feels more intimate as the space is reduced. Deep down I am excited about this but also pretty much nervous, he intimidates me still. And if something happens right here I don't know how I would react. I think I haven't even imagined kissing him properly. But what if it happens today ?

I need to stop, I'm being ridiculous.

My breathe becomes irregular and my back feels tense. I decide to look at him and his perfect side profile to try to calm down, or to give me a heart attack I don't really know. Actually, admiring his features seems to relax me and I keep doing it, particularly at his lips until he declares with irony :

"You should take a picture," he turns his head as he drives,"it'll last longer."

JESUS.