"Hello?" I heard his seductive voice coming from my phone.

"Hello, sir," I responded, my voice softening.

"You're hired!" he exclaimed, laughing.

A smile involuntarily spread across my face.

"Can you come to work tomorrow at 9 AM?" he inquired.

"Yes, sir. Thank you very much!" I replied gratefully.

"Okay, then. See you tomorrow," he said, his voice filled with anticipation.

"See you," I responded, and with that, I ended the call.

A few long hours later *

Today marks my first day at work! I woke up brimming with excitement, carefully picking an outfit that would make the right impression. The thought of seeing him again, with his bittersweet smile, made my heart flutter. How would I control myself when faced with his irresistible hotness?

***

We found ourselves in a taxi, seated side by side. It was just the two of us and the driver.

He pulled me into a warm embrace, his hands were
soft but his grab was firm. There was an undeniable certainty in his hold. That attractive confidence! He started playing with my hair.

It was cute, but my heart wanted something more than just "cute." My pulse quickened, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

The sensations intensified as he began kissing my face, licking the sweet drops of sweat on my forehead, cheeks, and neck.

"Don't stop," I found myself whispering.

He didn't.

It was a crazy wet dream. I woke up, surprised by the intensity of my own subconscious desires. The guy in my dream was none other than my boss. It was becoming increasingly challenging to contain my thoughts about him.

***

That night, a super famous DJ was scheduled to perform at our club. Excitement and nervousness intertwined within me. I reveled in my newfound job, finding immense satisfaction and enjoyment in it.

The night commenced, and once again, the familiar emotions of freedom and love coursed through my veins.

By 7 AM, the night had come to an official end.

Everything had gone exceedingly well, and contentment filled the air. Seeking out my boss, I found him in his office space within the club.

He was smoking. It was the first time I had seen him smoke.

I observed as the wisps of smoke gracefully escaped his  mouth touching his full sexy lips lips on their way.

I guess, the smoke is the "secret" ingredient which adds the bitterness to his lips.

He caught me staring and burst into laughter.

"What are you staring at?" he asked playfully.

Rather than answering his question directly, a blush rushed to my cheeks, betraying my feelings.

He rose from his seat, closing the distance between us. Without saying a word, he kissed me. It was our first kiss. I was right this whole time, his lips were bitter and sweet. The warmth of his hands enveloped me, leaving me longing for more. Yet, somewhere deep down, I knew it was wrong so I pushed him away, his mouth separated from mine.

He tried to reach for me, but I fled from his room, seeking solace in the sanctuary of my own home.

When I arrived home, tears streamed down my face as my entire body trembled. A passionate desire pulsed through me, craving his body and connection on a level that surpassed physicality.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang—it was HIM.

I opened the door to find him standing before me, he held a cigarette in one hand, a bottle of wine clasped firmly in the other. He entered my home without pronouncing a single word. I wasn't against it.

I took the wine bottle from his hand and removed the cigarette from his lips, replacing it with my tongue, I kissed him.

This time, however, he was the one to pull away.

"Hey, I didn't come here for that," he stated matter-of-factly. He paused momentarily before adding, "I just want to talk. Can we find a place to sit?"

Opening the wine bottle, he took a swig directly from it.

"Don't you want to share?" I inquired.

"No. What about you? Don't you have something to tell me?" he questioned, his gaze penetrating the depths of my soul.

"I don't know. You were the one who came here to talk," I responded, my voice filled with uncertainty.

"Why did you push me away?" he asked, his tone gentle yet probing.

"I was afraid," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Afraid of what?" he pressed.

"Of what could have happened between us," I murmured.

His voice oozing with confidence, he declared, "I want you to date me," punctuating the statement with his signature laughter.

In that pivotal moment, my answer hung in the air, full of possibilities...

𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚 & 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬!