RC.

Ch4 .................... U

Suddenly I feel his hand on my arm, holding me back!

As I turn back around to glare at him, his face is only a few inches from mine.

I delve into his grey eyes without finding the strength to look away ...

Mr. Carter:"Management, Miss White, is not staying inside your little comfort zone. Even less so, making friends."

Mr. Carter:"It's like that."

He drops my arm on pronouncing his last words.

T:"You're wrong..."

This time he's looking at me with a different intensity in his eyes, almost threatening. I think I overstepped the mark, went beyond the boss/assistant relationship ...

The fact that we're miles in the sky doesn't give me immunity.

But the singularity of the moment, he and I in this small space, far from everything, pushes me to forget who I'm with.

(I hold his gaze.)

Actually, I'm even holding his gaze. Inside, I know that I don't have the upper hand but, on the outside, I'm keeping up the fight.

Undoubtedly only very few people have dared to contradict him. I mean, you'd have to be a bleating idiot.

Mr. Carter:"I beg your pardon...?"

T:"I don't agree with you. It is possible to accept that people progress at their own pace."

Mr. Carter:"Well ... Thank you for your wise counsel."

He gives me an insolent smile.

Mr. Carter:"But if I were not aware of it, there wouldn't be a single person still working with me."

I would like to talk about Mark who seems exhausted but it's a bad idea to mix him in with all this.

I stare for a moment at the sky. This man is incredibly stubborn.

T:"What's your problem in the end? Why do you feel so obliged to playing the inaccessible and infallible businessman role?"

(I could easily add "sexy" and "elusive" ...)

T:"You have the right to show a little humanity!"

T:"A little human warmth is always well perceived ..."

Read Slowly ...

He stares at me. Something has changed in his eyes. Something that terrifies and penetrates me at once.

I feel that I've touched a nerve.

Mr. Carter:"Oh ... You'd like more human warmth would you, miss White ...?"

His voice has softened but it's now playing a dangerous tune. He gently unfastens the cufflinks of his shirt, pulling up his sleeves a little.

The intensity of his gaze stirs me. My breath and my pulse accelerate.

I don't answer him. I don't say anything.

He slowly approaches me and I step back, walking towards the wall. My heart is pounding.

Mr. Carter:"Am I too cold, am I ...? Too intimidating ...?"

This time he's so close that I can feel his breath on my skin. I gasp as he places his hands on either side of my head ...

Mr. Carter:"Or maybe just too rich ...? Too indecent for you ...?"

He blocks me up against the window, the cold of the glass contracts with my burning skin.

His divinely masculine voice, his manly smell, his touch and the very closeness of the moment make me falter.

I feel the firm muscles of his chest pressed against my breasts. The soft fabric of his shirt slides down my arms.

I suddenly feel euphoric, as if I could fly, higher than this plane.

I am so attracted to this man that I'd feel almost frightened if it wasn't so exhilarating.

Let's face it, at this precise moment, even with all the will in the world, it's simply impossible to resist.

Something, deep inside me, seems to be telling me that I've felt this before and so I'm craving for more.

This same feeling of losing control, of possibly faltering at any moment, of losing all sense of decency and restraint when faced with such diabolical sensuality ...

T:"Sir... What are you doing...?" I whisper.

I stare at his lips only a few inches away from mine. So full, so tempting ... I imagine his mouth all over me, tasting me, discovering me..

Mr. Carter:"Am I human enough now, Miss White ...?"

His voice is huskier, his eyes are glimmering defiantly.

I feel his hot breath on my skin and his sensual and powerful male smell ...

My heart is beating like crazy. I'm not sure I'll have the strength to resist if he carries this dangerous game on much longer.

My mind keeps urging me to push him back, but my body is yearning for me to give in to the desire that's been tearing me in two for so long ...

We're crossing the line, once over it, there'll be no turning back. But I can't bring myself to stop it. The attraction is too strong ...