I never thought this would happen, but right now in this moment, I am dancing with this billionaire of a  guy who also seems to be the guy I kissed at a bar not knowing that he'd turn up to be my boss. Lord help me.

He seems to be in a good mood today because I haven't heard a thing come out of his sarcastic mouth tonight. As of now.

"Watch your step Ms.Wintour, now we don't want you falling down on your face and becoming a laughing stalk, do we?" I think I spoke too soon. Hell yeah. what was I thinking, this man can't go without being an ass for even a minute.

"Well, if I become a laughing stalk Mr.Cavanagh, you'll equally be the part of the joke because if I go down, I'm gonna drag you down too and we wouldn't want the hunter to be hunted now, would we?"

He looked kind of shook with my comeback, as if he wasn't expecting those wise words out of my mouth. Hah! two can play this game Mr.Brood. He can't just say stuff and not be prepared for a war.

His hand slides to the small of my back and all my confidence and power has suddenly left the building. His touch is sending waves of electricity throughout my body and turning me into a mush. I've never felt this before, with any man. Period. I dare to look up into his brooding eyes and it's as if I am caught in a trance, like he has me under his spell. I've never felt this vulnerable. His forehead has creases, the ones people get when they are trying to concentrate really hard while solving a puzzle or a mystery. Am I a puzzle for him? pfft, What am I even thinking? He's my boss. This is not supposed to happen! I need to snap out of it. Suddenly the music changes and I try to get my thoughts together. I excuse myself to the washroom as I turn my back and start walking away from the brood. I can feel his gaze burning holes into my back without even looking.

As I enter the washroom, I stand with the support of the concrete slab as I look at my reflection in the mirror, It reminds me of a schoolgirl who has just seen her jock bad boy crush and her heart is ready to come out of her chest. I need a drink. I really need a drink. I head out of the washroom, searching for Chase but he's no where to be found. So, I take my lonely ass to the bar and ask for a martini.

"And what is a beautiful woman like you doing all alone?" I turn to the voice and I am met with a good-looking guy, probably in his late twenties with a glass of whisky in his hand. He does look better than most men but he can't match Mr.Cavanagh's charm. What the actual fuck? Did I just compare this guy to my boss? Yes, I did. Oh boy, am I in deep trouble.

"Minding my own business unlike others" I replied annoyed with my Mr.Cavanagh obsessed brain. I didn't intend to be rude but it came out that way, and frankly I don't even care right now. I just wanna get away from this place and give my mind some rest because it's fried.

"Are you always this feisty or is it the alcohol talking, sweetheart?" The man says looking smug. Does he think this counts as flirting, because it clearly does not and it's the worst I've seen till now.
Before I could answer, I feel a hand come around my waist, I look up and I'm surprised to see the almighty Mr.Cavanaugh staring daggers at the man standing in front of me and chewed out a "piss off" to the guy. If looks could kill, that guy would be seven feet underground, but one thing that I fail to understand is that he had no right coming here and intervening, who does he think he is? A knight in shining armor? Well I'm no damsel in distress, this damsel can take care of her self, she don't need no knight!
I turn back and look at him, realizing he still had his arm around my waist, I took my hand and slid it back off and said "you had no right coming in and showing your chivalry, I can take care of myself"

Uh oh, now he's throwing daggers at me
"If I were you Ms. Wintour, I would tread carefully, knowing that I can fire you any minute, and I just did you a favor, you should be thankful."

He did not. Oh my God. This man gets on my nerves so quickly but I am not just any other woman who he can threaten
"First off, favors are asked for, and I don't remember asking for one and secondly in my contract, my employer is your dad.. not you, so think twice before you threaten me again next time Mr. Cavanagh" and with that said I pluck the olive off his Martini and munch it and walk it off.