8.
-POV Becca Moreau
I don't know why I feel uncomfortable about this, he's my boss and what we had was a coincidence that would have been better not to have happened...
I stay there for a few minutes working and hear the door to my boss's office being opened suddenly...
Not only that, but I looked up to see the blonde with smudged lipstick and messy hair, but she seemed furious to me...
“What are you looking at me, you shitty employee? Go work to support yourself, you beggar” she says disgustedly heading toward the elevator
“Son of a bitch” I whisper, controlling the hatred I’m feeling, for her offending me
I need to have fun today, I take out my cell phone and send a message to Eloísa to invite her to a party tonight...
“My God, how cute,” Eloísa says, opening her mouth in shock “I don’t know what happened to you today, but I liked the new version, Becca...”
“Nothing happened, I just want to have some fun, work is stressing me out a lot,” I say seriously looking at myself in the mirror “Do you think this look is cool? I found it very low-cut...”
“Stop being an annoying woman, you look hot,” she says slapping my ass and I look at her scared “There will be several males wanting you, enjoy the night” she blinks looking at me mischievously
“it looks like Eloísa, you look beautiful too” I smile “Shall we?”
“Let’s go, Becca,” she says excitedly taking out her cell phone “The Uber is waiting for us...”
I nodded and grabbed my bag along with my cell phone, we left my apartment and locked the door...
(...)
I grab a drink and go to the dance floor with Eloísa, we start dancing according to the rhythm of the music...
I like dancing, despite being a bit reserved, I need to enjoy my life more...
I feel the drink go down my throat, I'm not much of a drinker but today I want to enjoy it a little...
Furthermore, I see a red-haired guy come close to my friend and she gives a seductive smile, soon the two start making out...
I start dancing alone, I close my eyes and let my body be carried away by the music that was playing on the dance floor...
I feel a strong hand on my waist hugging me from behind, I get scared at first but I don't move away...
Its strong perfume invades my nostrils and its smell seems familiar to me, but I leave it aside because it's just nonsense in my mind...
His grip on my waist increased while his body brushed mine, driving me crazy...
Still with our eyes closed we began to dance to the rhythm of the music, I got goosebumps when I felt his warm breath on my neck...
I bite my lip holding back a moan when I feel wet kisses being distributed across my neck and one of his hands squeezing my breast through my clothes...
Damn... My body is on fire...
My body is turned brutally, giving me a little fright and before I could protest I feel his lips devouring mine with voluptuousness...
Your mouth tastes like whiskey, and your tongue dominates mine perfectly, our bodies stuck together, your firm touches on my body...
I stop the kiss trying to catch my breath, but I don't move away, I feel his mouth licking my neck and I sigh loudly...
I open my eyes and get scared when I see that it is my boss there kissing me, I abruptly move away from him making him look at me seriously...
"You? What the fuck” I say irritated, running my hand through my hair nervously.
“What is it, girl? Just enjoy the moment” he says trying to kiss me again, but I pull away “Don’t fucking do that…”
“Don’t yell at me, you idiot” I yell a little loudly because of the music “You shouldn’t have done that, you’re my boss...”
“I’m not your boss out here, miss” he murmurs irritated and holds my waist “Just enjoy the moment, darling” he whispers in my ear and nibbles my ear “Shall we get out of here?”
“I’m not going to bed with you, Mr. Durand,” I say coldly, moving away from him even though my treacherous body doesn’t want to move away from his touch “Leave me alone...”
I walk through the crowd heading towards the bar, I don't know if he stayed there or is following me but I don't care...
I came to have fun and try to de-stress, but this idiot had to show up here to get in the way...
He spent almost a month treating me with arrogance, without caring about anything, and now he comes to me wanting to take me to bed. He's a son of a bitch...
I sit on the bench in front of the bar and wave for the bartender to come to me, I sigh, trying to control my breathing, which is still fast...
“What do you want?” the bartender asks coming to where I was
“a drink please” I ask
“bring two, boy” I hear an unfamiliar male voice behind me and I turn around to see a blonde man sitting next to me “Can I keep you company?”
"Sure, why not?" I give a weak smile looking at him “My name is Becca...”
“My name is Alisson...” he says with a hoarse voice and a seductive smile “If I may say so, you are very beautiful, Becca...”
"Thanks!" I give a shy smile
I glance back and see my boss with a frown on his face, not seeming to like what he sees....
I shrug and turn my attention to the blonde man in front of me, he must be around 28 years old by the looks of it...