Chapter 6

"Thank you," I said when we were cruising away in the soft purr of his car. Who knows what could have happened if he wasn't here. Part of me wondered how he knew where I was, but I didn't really want to find out. Damien was mysterious in his own ways, but this was what intrigued me.

"You're welcome, cupcake. You're lucky he is still in one piece." He said darkly, his eyes full of anger. "I don't want anyone to hurt you." He said, his jaw clenched.

He cares about me! My mind raced. How can I, an ordinary girl, be important to him? I was still processing this. 

"Now let's move on to the important part," Damien said authoritatively. "I am sending you to my office to have the documents settled. It is important that you read every page of the document and sign only after you have thoroughly read everything. Is that clear?"

"Yes." "Yes, what?" Damien said, an edge in his voice. His face was unreadable and I did not know if he was in a joking mood or serious mood, it was hard to tell. God knows what he'll do when he got his knickers in a twist. 

Maybe I should find out, a voice in my head taunted at me in her sexy voice. Oh no, quit it! 

"Yes boss," I said in the sweetest voice I could manage. "That's better," he replied, a smirk dancing on his lips. Perhaps he likes me to call him boss. That's actually pretty hot, and I could feel my cheeks heat up. 

We were approaching the junction, and the light turned red. Damien pressed the brake and the car gradually slowed to a halt. He turned to look at me in the passenger seat. He was wearing a grey suit and black tie, looking very much like a CEO in charge. His hair was sleeked back, but I could see he had a small tattoo running down his collarbone, partially covered by his shirt.

Piqued by my curiosity, I leaned down to take a closer look at it. It was in a shape of a rose and I wanted to touch it to see how it would feel against my skin. In the proximity of the car, I could smell his manly aftershave and the soft linen smell against his skin, which was intoxicating. 

"Cupcake," he said in a low voice and he sounded as though he wanted to say more. Just then, the traffic light turned green and he turned his attention back onto the road. Ugh, what perfect timing, I groaned. 

We were driving along the narrow paths along with massive glass buildings and small salad bars, and despite me staying in this town my whole life, I've never been here before. We slowed down as we were reaching a tall glass building in the heart of the central business district. There was a side entrance and the security nodded to Damien, and suddenly we were escorted into the VIP parking lots. 

Damien parked smoothly in a parking lot and turned off the engine. He was suddenly by my side and opening the car door for me. "Ready?" He said and offered me his hand. 

I blushed for an unknown reason and took his outstretched hand, leaving the car. The lobby was air-conditioned and posh, with sparkling walls and floors that shone against the light. I felt out of place. Oh no, I should have been wearing something nicer than my usual blouse and pants, I cursed to myself.

Damien gave me a reassuring smile and his dark eyes regarded mine. He tapped into the elevator for the 36th floor and the doors closed. Suddenly, in the tight space of the elevator, the energy of anticipation was charged around us. Although he did not touch me, I felt him lean closer into me, his body inches from mine.

I could feel his breath against my neck seductively and my heart started beating erratically. Oh no, why am I this affected by him? "You feel it, don't you?" He whispered.

I could only nod in response, biting my lip. "I want you, ever since you came into my bar. I can't stop thinking about you, cupcake." He said, his dark eyes raking over my body. I felt a sense of desire run through my body, uncontrolled.

Oh no, why do I like this? He was to be my boss, and this was definitely unprofessional. Yet, I couldn't pull away from his magnetic presence. It was drawing me closer and closer to him, almost to be burnt. 

"But we...you're my boss," I stammered, my breath still uneven. He sighed, stepping back. "That's true, but I can't help it, cupcake." 

Just then, the doors opened and our moment was gone. "Good afternoon, sir." A tall blonde receptionist greeted him, ignoring my presence. Damien nodded at her politely.

"Could you prepare a contract for her, Rebecca? She would be my new personal assistant." Damien said, his eyes not leaving mine. 

"That fast? But we still have a couple of candidates coming in toda-" Blondie said, still staring at Damien and blushing.

"No buts. I want the contract, now." Damien snapped, and the poor Blondie hurried off. Oh no, she had to deal with Mr control freak every day? I could never. 

I was still collecting my thoughts when it was interrupted by Damien clearing his throat. "Come, we have no time to waste. I will show you where you would be working." He said coolly and sauntered off inside another office door. 

I hurried to catch up. Geez, why did he have to walk so fast? Finally, we emerged into a large room with off-white walls and marble floors. The table looked like it was made of expensive wood and the large glass windows were so polished they shone and glittered in the sun.

But what was most amazing was the view. It was not facing another building as I'd expected but it was against the backdrop of the forest. I did not even know there was a slice of nature in this concrete jungle. I stood there, mesmerized and frankly impressed. 

"Close your mouth, cupcake. Your jaw looks about to hit the floor." Damien said, a hint of amusement in his otherwise wry tone. 

"I can't- it is too much for me." I managed to say, my mouth dry. I've never worked in such a massive office before and it was frankly overwhelming. What if I can't handle it? Thoughts began racing into my head.

Damien walked forward, closer to me, and put an arm on my shoulder. My shoulder tingled from his touch. Oh no, do you have a crush on him, Katherine? 

"I think this place is perfect for you. You have excellent credentials, Ms. Trent and I feel you will belong here." Damien said, his voice soft against my ear. 

"I only want you. What I want, I get." He continued softly, blowing into my ear. Heat flooded my cheeks and somewhere else. I was utterly mesmerized by him. How could I ever say no? He was too persuasive, his dark eyes searching mine.

Suddenly, we were interrupted by a quiet knock on the door. "Sir? The contract is ready." Rebecca's voice called out politely. 

Damien turned reluctantly to the door and with a few graceful strides, he reached it and opened it. "Thanks." He said, and turned back to me, his eyes darkening.

"Now, you can truly be mine."