Kiara's POV:

Staring at my monitor I can't help but smirk. Yes Sir.... Your obeying Ms Summers. I don't know what the hell has gotten into me, but I can feel a slight heat rising from my body.

For a moment a part of me did hope he was going to barge into this office again today. Although it's probably for the best he didn't, this is my god damn work and I am sure not one of these girls to jump her boss's neck. I work damn hard to achieve what I want, being the best on what ever I do is what drives me. Second best isn't good enough for me. This is my only way out of the shit hole.

Besides I was kinda taught to be the best, anything else wasn't worth anything. Not in my world.

This Trish might not care about her reputation, but I do. Gosh it's only my third day here and I've seen her with three different guys and it was very obvious what they were up to. Right now I can even hear her fucking around with the guy in the office next to me. If you ask me, this company should really check their costs on employees better, doubt she is worth keeping. Except if she is here to keep the male population in a good mood.

The other two girls at the front desk, would probably be enough to deal with the real work. Well be it, one thing is for sure I am not risking my reputation by sleeping with my boss. This isn't a thing I do, my work is what gets me to my positions, not sleeping with someone in high positions.

I felt like jumping Dean's neck in anger, when he suggested I had slept with his father or something to get this job. For a moment I nearly lost control and was close to punching him into his pretty face.

The face that covers nearly every magazine in this country and even is known international, young sexy billionaire. He's counted to be one of the sexiest and most wanted men of this country. His well shaped and well worked out tanned body and face are to be seen everywhere. His striking jawline, full lips, high cheekbones, everything on this man is eye candy.

But the most impressing thing about his face are his eyes, while his right eye is a striking blue, the left one is hazel coloured paired with beautiful long lashes every woman would die for.

If you could only see the eyes, you would still recognize him immediately. Adding the dark blond wavy hair, which he has shorter on the sides and the longer part on top slicked slightly back into order, make him smoking hot.

Although my usual type of guy would be wearing simple jeans and a t-shirt, I must admit Dean could wear anything to make him look smoking hot. Damn I have to stop thinking about him in this kind of way. He's my boss an unfriendly one to top it off.

To be honest I am quite glad he is sending me my work per mail at the moment. That intense moment when he had me cornered against my desk yesterday nearly had me going weak on him. I was unable to think straight with him being so close, feeling his hot breath fan against my skin, the heat radiating from his body and his intoxicating awesome scent blew my mind.

And against my nature I was even turned on by his dominant behaviour, something I usually hate on a guy. Is this why I wrote this damn mail? God he must think I'm nuts to send him something like that. It just simply flowed out of me with his way of behaving and writing in his dominant manner. But gosh, he's my boss a damn successful one, of course he is dominant. And for a matter of fact, I know it's been driving him insane the last two days, I wasn't budging to him like everyone else does.

But why should I? I mean, sure he pays my wages and has given me this job. But that doesn't give him the right to treat people like shit and one thing's for sure, I'm done with people not treating me the way I deserve to be treated. I've had enough of that lately.

So if he wants my respect, he has to earn it. In the first moment I thought he might just simply be a rich spoiled brat, who's using daddy's name to get what ever he wants. But he made it quite obvious to me monday afternoon while working together, he is smart and hard working, in this point he has already gained some of my respect, at least a tiny bit. On the other hand, he treats people like he owns them and can do and say what ever he pleases and sure as hell I am the last person to put up with that.

Once I finally manage to push this man away out of my thoughts, I finally focus on my work. Gina has provided me with every subject for this week and Dean has already sent me a long list with expectations to each subject, means I can dig myself into it, without having to wait for the next instructions. And I do, my mind is set on nothing else but the things that I am doing.

A knock at the door interrupts me at some point and pulls me out of my own world.

"Hey, you weren't reading my mail I sent you half an hour ago and Gina said she barely saw you leave the office today. Just wanted to check out if you're still alive. I was expecting a mail from you at about 7pm." Dean's words fully bring me back to here and now.

A quick glance at my watch shocks me, it's already gone 8pm. "I'm so sorry I was so stuck into my work, I hadn't realized the time. I will send you what I have finished immediately." I ramble down hastily, worried he might be angry about not having my mail yet.

"Have you eaten at all?", he asks.

"Ehmm yea, I think I had an apple at some point."

"An apple? Are you kidding me? Like an apple for the whole day?", why does his voice sound so annoyed?

"Yea I think so. Sorry when I'm so deep into my work I kind of forget to eat sometimes."

"Look I really appreciate your good work, but I'm not having you starve yourself, just because you are too caught up in your work."

Why the hell should he care in the first place? It's my body and I decide when I need something to eat, my body is used to not having meals at a regular base anyway. "Well that's down to me isn't it, you don't get to decide when or what I eat", I huff annoyed. "I'll just send you the mail now, and then I'm off to get something to eat."

"Leave that fucking mail, you can send it to me in the morning. And move your ass into my office now, I will order us something, so I can make sure you really eat."

"Excuse me? I think I am old enough to decide for myself and I'm sure as hell not being bossed into eating. It's my own private business, so move your own ass across to your office, for all I care, order yourself some food and leave me in peace."

Frustrated he runs his hands through his hair. "Do you always have to put up a fucking fight about everything?", his angry voice now booms through the room.

After shutting down my laptop I stand up and straighten my back before I answer. "When people try to boss me around, when it's none of their business definitely."

I can see his chest rising and falling heavy again, his nostriles flaring. Just as I am about to pass him, he grabs hold of my wrist. "No one just walks out on me", his eyes are daring me to do so.

"You just watch", I answer while flipping him off and pulling my wrist out of his grip and I head in a fast pace to the elevator, with him hot on my heels. Why do his damn legs have to be so long? Two steps for me are only one for him, which makes walking away on him more impossible.

Too bad the elevator takes it's time, while waiting Dean turns me around and places his palms left and right from me against the wall. Damn I'm cornered again.

"I thought you wrote you are obeying me", the words leave his lips in a very deep and hot voice.

Damn I knew it was a dumb idea to write that. Instead of letting him know I already regret writing those words in the first place, I bob my head up in a cocky manner and retort. "That only obliges to my work, to nothing else. And I don't see what my eating has to do with my work."

"Dammit, you drive me fucking insane. Why can't you simply do what I want you to do?"

"Because...", my words get stuck as Dean moves closer, breathing heavier and heavier. I'm caught between him and the wall, which is even intenser than the desk yesterday.

"Because?", he questions in a slightly husky voice.

All the words in my mind have disappeared into nothing. He moves even closer, his head dips down lower and his mouth right next to my ear, I can hear and feel his heavy breathing, sending sweet sensations through my body. After a few seconds he whispers in my ear? "I'm still waiting, because of what?"

From far off, I hear a voice call out loud. "Dean, is that you?"

"Fuck", he mutters and backs off from me. Just as the elevator arrives, Mr Arlington comes into sight and is walking up to us. Thank god, this is kind of my rescue.

"Oh Ms Summer, you're still here?", he asks friendly and I am sure he is about to ask much more, but I use the excuse of the elevator arriving.

"Yes, I missed the time while I was head over heels into my work. Your son just reminded me it's time to finally go home. So here's my ride to the park deck. Good evening Mr Arlington."

I don't even dare look up at Dean, the moment right now was too intense and if Mr Arlington hadn't just appeared, I have no idea what would have happend next.

As soon as the doors of the elevator close, I lean against the back wall. What the hell am I doing? I need to keep away from him, this was too close. Besides him being my boss, I know his reputation with girls. That's another thing which is all over the magazines, he's a well-known playboy. There was only one girl they mentioned more often apparently, they were dating for nearly half a year or so. I've already had my fingers burnt, not falling for a guy that easily again.

On my way home I decide to stop at Tesco I'll simply go with some ready Mc'n'Cheese for tonight and I better bring some booze home too.

Reaching home, I ignore the disgusting noise and smell coming from the living room and simply head into the kitchen, hoping not to be heard. While my food is in the oven, I decide to use my time to take a shower, turning up the water as warm as possible, which isn't very warm in this old house. But at least it soothes my senses a little.

Instead of getting dressed again, I wear my comfy sleeping gear straight after the shower, which consists of some shorts and a wide hoody. Yes, I know, it's not exactly sexy, I've heard that one often enough, but right now I don't care about sexy, what I need is comfy no more no less.

Sneaking back down the stairs and into the kitchen, I quickly grab my Mc'n'Cheese I am dying for right now and leave the booze on the table. Thank god I manage to sneak upstairs again without disturbing or pulling any attention in my direction.

I place my piping hot food on my bedside table and head to my tiny wardrobe picking out my outfit for tomorrow. Damn in a company like that I can't afford to be wearing the same clothes every couple of days. Guess the money I'll be earning tomorrow night and sunday night, I will have to invest in some more decent clothes.

Cuddling up underneath my sheets, I decide to put Netflix on, I need something to distract me well. As much as I fancy Vampire Diaries again, that's the type of thing I need least right now. So instead I start re-watching Vikings and start devouring my Mac'n'Cheese and even burning my tongue because I'm too greedy.

As the annoying noises from downstairs once again get too loud, I decide to stand up once more, lock my door and put my earphones on and thank god for the tiny attached toilet and sink directly to my bedroom, meaning I won't have to leave this room until I get up in the morning.

Once I have devoured my whole portion and drank plenty, I take use of my tiny paradise for a last pee and to brush my teeth. Like this I don't need to get up again and can fall asleep in peace to the soothing sound of swords fighting instead of what is going on downstairs.

My last thoughts while dozing off, go to Lathgerta from Vikings, I would like to be just as strong and independant as she is. I've already sort of learned to lead my own battles.

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When my alarm clock sets off in the morning I have to remind myself that smartphones tend to break very easy and it would be better, not to smash it against the wall. One thing's for sure, I don't understand how some people get up on their own free will early in the morning. How can anyone be in a good mood if this is the best time to sleep? I press the snooze button another three times before finally standing up while groaning.

Not wearing a great deal of make up has it's perks, that means I'm done with peeing, brushing my teeth, washing myself and getting ready within about twenty minutes. Last but not least I quickly step into my pale blue pencil dress and add my high heels.

The only good thing about this time of day, no one besides me in this house is up. Seeing as food I would buy for myself, would never be left for me to actually eat I quickly stop by the small bakery on the corner buying myself a cinnamon roll and a chai latte.

I could save a lot of money, if I could prepare a tiny breakfast at home, but what ever I would buy today, would be gone by tomorrow even my drink. Well at least the milk which is essential for me, whether in my tea or coffee. So I spend more money this way, the perk is, it saves me time and work. That's like five minutes more bedtime each morning.

While driving to work I gobble down my breakfast in the car. Even with me pushing getting up in the morning and then having to hurry like hell, I am usually always one of the first to attend work or in the past classes.

Driving down the park deck, I spot the free parking lot I have been standing the last three days. Day one, I really didn't know whom it belonged to. While day two and three I parked there just because I knew how mad Dean would get although he has no right too. And I'd keep it up just to despite him.

Yet I reverse my car and take another free parking lot, there are plenty left. I need as much distance as I can get from him. And if one of the factors is the parking lot, then I will fight my urge to piss him off.

A/N: Right in this chapter we have the first descriptions from Dean's looks. I have to admit I love Dominic Sherwood's eyes (Jace from Shadowhunters) even if his left eye isn't completely hazel coloured, it did inspire me.

Dean and Kiara obviously have both felt a certain attraction for each other, but try to fight it as well as possible.

We also find out little bits about Kiara's life, definitely more to come. Any guess what she means with earning money in the evening? Curious to find out your thoughts on this.

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