As he stops at my desk, now closer than ever, the only thing separating us is my desk. I didn't say anything as I waited for him to say something that he needed to get off his chest, considering that he slammed my office door.

I give no reaction to his little outburst.

He opens his mouth for a second but nothing comes out, his second attempt he argues, "Ms. Cantrell, I'm simply saying that I don't think I should be working late. I mean–" He fake laughs, "I'm just your assistant, other people have more things to do than me"

He rants on as he continues, "It's not fair that I have to sacrifice my time for most of the week, just so I have to stay late past midnight. While everyone has got to go home" He claimed as his voice became noticeably louder.

Instead of saying anything, I just laughed in his face, leaning my head back as I couldn't contain myself.

I wanted to say something, I truly do but what he's saying is so ridiculous that it should be in a comedy show for all I know.

I mean–What kind of universe does he think he's in?

The fact that he actually thinks that his position at this business is not even remotely important is telling, ye–He is or was my assistant, that means he has to maintain a lot of things before they get sent to me, he's the one that has to check in on everything and report back to me.

It is truly saying that he doesn't know what he's doing with his life, did he apply for this position for shits and giggles? Because that's what it looks like to me.

He sounds so ungrateful for the position that he's in, he gets paid more than most of the employees here, he has his own desk and office space, and he gets to go on trips that he doesn't pay for.

If I were him, I would be grateful for the opportunity to be working this kind of job. 

And whatever he ranted on about sacrifices, he thinks he's the only one who has to sacrifice things. To put things into perspective for his small brain that's clearly against thinking–

If I didn't make the sacrifices, if I was afraid of risking a lot of things in my life–Then he wouldn't even be here today, none of these employees would have the job that they have right now.

I sacrificed so much to get to where I am today and to argue with someone who's complaining about staying late for one night is shameful and really revealing of a person.

Getting done with my laughing as I settled down, I looked towards Chopard as he just stared at me like he wanted to say more but knew I would have this reaction once again.

I started to say as I pressed my palms flat against my desk, "How immature and stupid you are Chopard. Life is unfair and if you don't like it, then quit altogether"

He doesn't say anything else, instead Chopard begins pacing around my office like spoiled children not getting what they want, as he rambles under his breath, rambles I'm sure he wouldn't say to my face.

As Chopard continues his little tantrum, I sigh to myself as I wonder how on earth this guy actually thought he was going to get something out of his boss.

How he went about life thinking that he could just get whatever he wanted.

As I thought about it more, an idea came to my mind, and that idea began to make sense until it was the only explanation for this behavior.

Coming to the conclusion: It's been clear that growing up that he has given everything he wanted, I mean–Of course, a parent wants to give their children the best and make them happy but if not handled correctly, it could lead to bad habits in their adult life. Like this.

That's what Chopard is doing, he has been given  everything and now he expects the same out of everyone else just because his parents did that for him. Chopard thinks everyone has to cater to him, and anything he doesn't like or agrees with is unfair.

I couldn't help but laugh as I doubled over with my arms crossed against my stomach as I didn't hold back my laugh for the second time.

Just thinking about it makes this all too sad, I mean–How did he go through life living this lifestyle? I'm sure he would spiral into madness and call up his dearest parents to fix the problem for him.

Chopard stops pacing as he notices that I'm laughing, as he looks at me with questioning eyes as if he's so confused on why this whole thing is ridiculously funny. Taking into account that he's looking at me like an evil villain after explaining the most evil plan to the hero character.

He huffs out of frustration as he fully turns towards me and questions, "What's with the laughing?"

Clearing my throat, I say to his face, "I think you're upset because how much of a spoiled brat you are, I bet you think everything has to go your way and now that it's not, you call it unfair. Clearly Chopard, you are so privileged that you haven't has a real taste of the world"

As I finish with my thoughts about him, I round the desk as he says nothing, all there is a shock look on his face as he's processing the words.

"That's not true" He starts out, "That is far from the truth, in fact–" He lifts his chin up higher, trying to make him more confident in his words, "I probably had more experienced than you"

I smirk as I knew exactly what he was referring to, he's referring to our ages. What a stupid argument, how wrong can someone be. Just because someone is younger than you, doesn't mean they experienced less than you in any field.

Snapping a quick response at him, I said, "And yet, you're working for me"

Chopard is somehow astounded as he takes a half step back and he releases his chin from the hold that's making him look like a fool in steel armor.

I went on to say, leaning forward, taking up more space that he abandoned, considering he's not near my desk "Anyone in the world would be lucky to have this job, my god Chopard, any person would be even grateful to secure a job"

Laying that out on the table, what person wouldn't be grateful for a job? I mean, I could understand it's not the job you wanted or desired but at least it's a job. Many people can't even apply to jobs or even get an interview.

I know the job market is messy and many people have given up and for the people that have jobs, they demand more and more, like Chopard for example.

I don't take my assistant's job too lightly, they are an extension of me, whatever they screw up, I have to fix, and hopefully it comes out right than before. I need someone who is willing to make sacrifices, and the least of sacrifices is staying late for one day.

This role has hundreds of applicants lined up, and yet I'm arguing with someone who thinks they shouldn't listen to their boss.

What a fucking shit show.

I continued, "So, maybe you should be grateful that you have the chance to work under me and yet you're complaining about a normal thing that happens in the corporate industry. Clearly you don't have enough experience"

Maintaining my composure, I assert, "If you're not willing to make sacrifices, then you could've say that, and move out of the way because there is someone out there who will"

He doesn't say anything or do anything, all he does is just stand there with a blank look on his face. Once my words progressed through his brain, examining his facial expression as defeated.

Chopard closes his mouth as he takes many steps forward, reaching me at my desk, towering over me–Looking down, staring directly into my eyes.

So close, our shoes are almost touching.

But in spite of this, I don't back down. If he's trying to intimidate me, then he's going to have to try harder than this. I held up my chin, showing him that whatever he's about to try, he needs to think twice before doing it.

Not backing up, he continues to hold eye contact with me as he asks, "Do you mean that I'm replaceable?"

Something shifts.

Feeling his heavy breath against my face, I don't mind it at all.

Soon, I became breathless but managed to answer his question, "Yes" I forced myself out breathlessly, still trying to hold onto my sheer pride that is slowly slipping with each passing second.

He steps closer, our shoes now touching, I don't need to look down to feel the hardness of the tip of his shoes touching mine. Our noses are now almost touching, one inch closer is all it takes.

He then asks, "Is everyone replaceable?"

Why is he torturing me? I ask in my head, forcing the single word out of my mouth, I weakingly replied, "Yes"

My breath is running short as I thought that if he asks me one more question then I won't even have the energy to answer. It's so interesting, just moments ago, I was strong and ready to kick this man out of my office and fire him on the spot for talking back to me.

Now, here we are, in each other's space, and I'm trying desperately to catch my breath but it keeps escaping me. My brain is not focused right now, all I'm thinking about is the tight closeness me and this man have right now.

"Let me rephrase that question, Ms. Cantrell" He says as he doesn't take his eyes off mine, he asks, "Is everything replaceable?"

I don't answer this time, at least in this moment, in the first few seconds. Instead, my eyes guide my gaze to look towards his lips for a second before reaching to look into his eyes again.

My eyes becomes glossy as I swallowed my pride, answering him quietly as there's no need to speak in the normal tone, considering how close we are.

"Yes..." I said, not fully finishing the single word.

Instead of leaning in closer like I had imagined, he instead pulled away, clearing the air between us. He only said, "Well then–" as he looks away, breaking eye contact with me.

I finally let out a breath, well that's the end of it, I thought. As my brain begins to process what just happened and how we ended up in this position, he quickly turns to look at me again and he marches towards me.

"I hope this isn't replaceable–" He says and I didn't even process that sentence either before he was in front of me again, cupping my cheeks and pressing his lips against mine, kissing me intensely.

My heart takes over as I kiss him back more, it's like this is nothing new, this is on instinct. My hands went to rest against his chest as we both began to push back against each other, wanting to fight for the upper hand, to gain control.

His soft lips never leave mine as I have felt this hundred times and yet this is only the first. I began to lose my breath as I breathed into his mouth, giving him silent permission to enter my mouth with his tongue.

He was shy at first, but then started to get confident. His warm hands that I missed so much lays still on my cheeks, confronting me in this silent office. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can make me stop loving this feeling.

Liam groans and that noise wakes me up.

I come to reality as my hands push on his chest, forcefully stopping the kiss between us. As my hands rested on his chest, my arms extended outwards, giving us space.

Looking at Liam, I suddenly take into account what's happening.

I'm kissing my assistant, I'm kissing my fucking assistant, I scream over and over again in my mind. I don't say anything as I stare at him, looking between his worried eyes, filled with uncertainty and hopefulness and his now darker-ish lips.

I did that, I thought, I caused that.

What am I doing? I ask myself, taking in the moment, and trying to decide what my next move should be.

On one hand, my brain is telling me, this is a bad idea and it's going to bite me in the ass later then. And if I continue to do this, then surely it will lead to something I probably would regret.

But on the other hand, my heart is telling me to keep going, despite everything the circumstances are. This is what I always wanted and I'm finally getting it. The tension was there from the very beginning, I just chose not to see it.

And the hotel situation tells me that this is what I needed.

My heart and brain are tugging at me in the opposite way and in the end, I'm going to snap–Break loose, being unable to control myself.

And for once, I love the feeling.

Pulling him in by his jacket, catching Liam off guard as I continued to kiss him, even though, in the back of my mind, I knew this was a bad idea, but I don't care.

We breathe deeply, taking in each other's air, knowing that this is what we both want and desire. Liam desires this as much as I desire.

This kiss is more than just lust, it's so much more than that.

It's a sensation that I never thought I needed. I feel like a little kid again, experiencing something new and I can't get over the feeling, no matter how hard I try.

It's a feeling that I can't describe, can't put a label on but what I know about this feeling, is that it feels good and I want more. I'm craving more.

Both at the same time, I feel like I'm having an out of body experience and experiencing it through my eyes. I see myself kissing Liam, against my desk, in my private office, in the silence of the building.

And I feel myself against him, hands and all. My hands continue to rest against his chest as we continue to move with a rhythm, like we are teasing each other that either one of us can guide the other person with this never-ending kiss.

Liam starts to get more involved than ever before as he starts to push me harder against the desk, like I was going to escape his grasp and he needed me a little longer.

He continued to push me as I had no room left to go except for the top of my desk as I started to slide onto the desk, my feet almost coming off the ground.

One of his hands leaves my cheek, supporting himself on my desk, the other hand remained on my cheek. As one of my hands climbs up, resting in his hair, feeling the softness that it has to offer. Whilst the other lays flat against the desk as well, trying to support the both of us.

Using my hand that's resting in his hair, I use that to pull him closer, not letting him breath, resulting in the shortness of my breath as well.

The kiss became messier and messier as we tried to catch our breath all while continuing the kissing, either one of us pulling away or slowing down.

At this point, I'd rather suffocate than stop this kiss.

One of a sudden, it all stops. As Liam forcefully pulls away, making a loud noise caused by how much we were invested into each other, as he pulled away, I leaned forward, opening my eyes, not wanting to stop. Groaning as if to beg him not to stop.

But he doesn't continue, instead he cationally opens his eyes as he stares into my eye again, this time, with a look like I can't name. His eyes are heavy and dark, pupils dilated to the point that I didn't think it was possible, and yet filled with so much hopefulness that this was just happening.

He lets out a sigh as he smiles as he leans forward, and at first, I thought he was trying to collect himself, but no. Instead, he rests his forehead against mine, taking in the moment of pure silence.

I don't know what I look like right now but none of that matters right now, what matters right now is that I'm staring into Liam's eyes. Trying to calm down my breath as if I just ran a marathon, under water.

We don't say anything, nothing at all. I'm the first to break eye contact with him as I look towards the closeness between each other.

I'm still leaning against my desk as Chopard suddenly does something that I didn't see coming. All of a sudden he pulls away completely, my body suddenly becoming cold, but he doesn't stop there, no. He fully leaves the scene, turning around and heading for the door.

I thought he would stop there but no, not at all. He doesn't even take another look at me before opening the door, stepping out and closing the door behind him.

The only thing that comes to mind is being stunned.

I finally blinked as I didn't move from my position, still leaning on the desk with my mouth open in shock and disbelief.

FIRST KISSING SCENE!!

I was for some reason listening to Halloween music while writing this...

Anyway, where is Liam going...

-Summer Roe