The Living Statue

10.

"Excuse me?" My employer's deep, low voice blustered like the cold, agonizing wind.

"You said you are suppose to attend a meeting and..."

My words trailed off as he took a menacing step forward, eliminating the little space there was between us. His jaw twitched.

"Yes, Miss Griffin." His cold breath inflicted a numb, prickling sensation on my face. I reflexively took a step backwards, suddenly feeling very uneasy due to the proximity of his tall figure towering over my considerably smaller one.

Mr Torres advanced on me, again. Our bodies were separated merely by the thin fabric of our clothes and nothing else, his hard front pressed to me in a threatening manner.

I did my best to avoid his disturbing, dark gaze.

"Perhaps I wasn't clear enough." Within milliseconds, his long, elegant fingers cupped my chin, forcing me to reluctantly look up and into his deep, alarming orbs. His skin was so cold, it almost left frostbites on the spots where it touched mine. "I will be attending a meeting, while you will be staying here, doing what you had already started."

Slowly, carefully his hand fell to his side and he stepped back, his eyes still holding me captive. I let out a breath I didn't realize I've been holding.

For a few moments we just stood there, staring at one another. At last, I managed to gain back some composure and collect myself. If he thought he could order me around, like he probably did to every single person in his life, he was wrong. I am an independent woman and no man can tell me what to do, he the least among them all.

I raised my chin and set my gaze directly upon his dark, sea-coloured eyes. "I'll be damned if I stay in this goddamn office for another minute. I'm going with you, even if I have to chain myself to you with a pair of handcuffs," I stated contentedly, my hands curling into fists by my sides.

There, I showed him!

My words didn't have an impact on him as I'd hoped they would. He didn't flinch. His face remained utterly still and cool as ever.

Mr Torres' eyes narrowed infinitesimally. "Handcuffs, Miss Griffin," he started deeply, his eyes never leaving my own, "I use for other purposes. You're staying."

Before I could come to my senses and realize what he was doing, he exited the office, slamming the doors shut behind him. A swift, light 'click' reverberated through the room, snapping me out of my trance.

No.

With ragged breathing, I grabbed the door knob. Pushing the metal handle down I came upon resistance - the door stayed in its place.

No. He did not just do this! He did not just lock me in my office!

Reflexively, I started pounding against the wooden material, beating it with my balled up fists like a punching bag

"Let me out! Let me out you bloody tyrant," I screamed at the top of my lungs, but to no avail. The absence of response did not discourage me. Instead, I went back to throbbing against the door with inhuman force.You'd be surprised how much strength there is in a petite girl that had just been foxed.

You've messed with the wrong girl pal.

I took a few steps back before rushing to the door with every atom of strength in my body, my shoulder colliding with the hard material with a loud 'thud'.