The evening air was crisp as I stood in front of my apartment mirror, adjusting the off-shoulder red bodycon dress that hugged my curves perfectly. The fabric shimmered under the soft light, and I felt a rush of confidence wash over me. Tonight was not just any dinner; it was a chance to explore the uncharted territory between Michael and me.
'A relationship with the boss was not in my plans. But it can get me closer to my goal, the sole reason why i entered Blackwood Organization.'
I applied a final touch of red lipstick, glancing at the clock. He was early, which was unusual for someone like him. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Just as I finished, a firm knock echoed through my apartment.
"Come in!" I called, smoothing my hair down one last time.
The door swung open, and there he stood—Michael, dressed in a tailored black tuxedo that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean physique. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to drink in the sight of me.
"You look… stunning," he said, eyeing red lips, eyes trailing every little detail on me, his voice low and husky, a hint of surprise lacing his tone.
"Thank you," I replied, a smile creeping onto my face. "You clean up well yourself."
He stepped inside, his presence filling the room. I could feel the tension crackling between us, a mix of anticipation and something deeper. "Are you ready to go?" he asked, his gaze lingering on me.
"Just a touch-up," I said, gesturing to my makeup bag on the coffee table. "Do you want anything to drink while you wait?"
"Whiskey," he replied, his eyes still fixed on me as I poured a glass. I handed it to him, our fingers brushing against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
he takes the glass from your hand, his fingers brushing against my hand for a brief moment. He brings the glass to his lips and takes a sip, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Delicious," he says finally, setting the glass down on the coffee table. He steps closer again, his presence making me feel uneasy despite my attempts to stay calm.
I suddenly pull his tie towards me. Our lips barely touching.
"Hmm Can I have a taste then?" I smirk at his shock.
'Better to make him nervous than being it myself, I thought.'
His eyes flash with surprise, but then a hint of desire appears. He doesn't pull away, his lips barely moving as he responds.
"You want a taste?" he says, his voice low and husky. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against mine once more.
I keep silent and continue to look into his eyes, provoking him. I have come to destroy everything you have, Michael Blackwood. By hook or crook.
His eyes seem to burn with intensity, his gaze holding mine captive. He doesn't break eye contact, his lips still hovering just inches from mine.
"You're a tease, aren't you?" he says finally, his voice low and menacing. He takes a step closer, his body pressing against mine.
"What ? Are you afraid ?" I still stand there unwaveringly
His eyes flash with anger, but then a hint of amusement appears. He leans in closer, his lips almost touching mine again.
"Afraid?" he says, his voice low and husky. He pauses for a moment before speaking again.
"I'm not afraid of you," he says finally. He takes another step closer, his body pressing against yours once more.
I lightly give him a peck and starts to pull him by his tie towards the entrance door.
"We can do this all day but first i am hungry." I say as we leave the apartment.
He's caught off guard by the sudden movement, but he quickly recovers, his eyes flashing with amusement as he follows you out of the apartment. As you walk down the stairs, he can't help but notice how your red dress seems to glow in the dim light.
"Hungry?" he says finally, his voice low and husky. He looks at you sideways, a hint of teasing in his eyes.
"I think I can satisfy that hunger," he says with a sly smile.
He opens the car door for me and drives himself in his black tuxedo. "where are we going?'
He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Somewhere special. I think you'll like it."
As we left my apartment, he opened the car door for me, a gesture that surprised me. I slid into the passenger seat, and he got in, starting the engine. The car purred to life, and we drove through the city, the lights twinkling like stars against the night sky.
The atmosphere in the car was charged, filled with unspoken words and lingering glances. I could feel the tension building, a magnetic pull drawing us closer together.
"Tell me about your day," he said, breaking the silence as we navigated through the bustling streets.
I took a moment to gather my thoughts. "It was busy, as usual. I had to finalize the reports for the corporate project and deal with a few last-minute changes. But I managed to get everything done."
He nodded, his eyes focused on the road. "You're good at what you do. I've noticed your dedication."
"Thank you," I replied, feeling a warmth spread through me. "I try to stay ahead of the game."
He glanced at me, a hint of admiration in his gaze. "You're ambitious. I respect that."
We talked about our goals, our aspirations, and the challenges we faced in the corporate world. With each passing moment, the walls between us began to crumble, revealing glimpses of vulnerability beneath our professional facades.
As we arrived at the restaurant, a chic rooftop venue overlooking the city skyline, I felt a rush. The ambiance was perfect—soft music played in the background, and the warm glow of candlelight created an intimate atmosphere.
Michael led me to a table with a stunning view, and as we sat down, I couldn't help but admire his taste, truly noble yet somehow approachable.
"Impressive choice," I said, looking around. "I didn't expect this."
He smirked, leaning back in his chair. "I have my moments."
We ordered our meals, and as we waited, the conversation shifted to lighter topics—favorite hobbies, travel experiences and some other topics. I found myself enjoying this game more than I thought I would, the tension between us transforming into something more playful. This is Chess, my dear boss, I never knew revenge can be this exhilarating."
"Do you ever let loose?" I asked, teasingly. "Or is it all work and no play for you?"