Dean's POV:

Entering the park deck I see my parking lot free for a change. For a second, I feel a little triumphant to have beaten her to be here first until I see her Mustang parking in a different parking lot a few feet further away.

That's all I wanted all week, she had me going insane with annoying the shit out of me because of a damn parking lot. So why do I feel disappointed about this right now? Is she finally listening and realizing who's the boss?

What frightens me a little, is the thought it might have to do with last night. Did I push her too much? This wouldn't be my normal behaviour, but with her everything is different. She pushes me so much and the more she fights against me, the more I want to make her do what I want.

I've always been a control freak for sure and things have to be done my way. And until now there was never an issue with it. People would do what I tell them and expect them to do. Kiara doesn't, not one single time. Ok, yes when it comes down to work she kind of does, even if she is the first person to correct me, but she obliges my main wishes to her work.

But anything outside of that is a constant battle. Hearing she only ate one single apple yesterday and she wasn't even quite sure about that, had me going fucking angry. How can she be so careless about herself? And instead of her letting me make sure she gets some decent food down her, she had to fight me again and even walked out on me.

The adrenaline flushing through my body in that moment was unbelievable and I could have cursed my dad to hell for the moment he appeared. Things were so intense and I know it was right to stop and it probably was for the better for both of us and yet a part of me wishes he hadn't turned up.

Maybe she feels harassed or something? Afterall I did corner her, my own employee and not for the first time. An employee I have to work together with very close. Fuck! So much for self control. That's probably it, that's why she is parking somewhere else today, she is obeying me so she won't feel harassed by me. How do I put that straight?

Sexual harassment is the last thing I could do with as a famous important CEO. I won't lie, I wanted her last night. The way she fights me, has me going insane but fucking turns me on as hell too. But that doesn't mean I would ever touch her, or do anything to her she doesn't want.

How the hell do I keep my distance today and still bring up the meeting I need her to attend with me on the weekend? The heck, we need to leave tomorrow and I haven't even asked her if she has plans despite a passport.

Sitting at my desk I can't seem to concentrate on my work. My mail folder is showing an unbelievable amount of unread mails again, as soon as I spot a certain name in my inbox my mood lifts a little, moving the cursor to the name Kiara Summers, I click on to the mail only sent a couple of minutes ago.

Dear Mr Arlington,

I'm sorry for the delay with the mail. As usual you will find everything attached and we can use our procedure from the last days to discuss if needed. I have set up a reminder for tonight, so you will recieve my mail on time.

Kiara Summers

This mail sounds like she is trying to avoid me, telling me I don't need to come over to talk about the mail and she is making sure I have no reason to walk over tonight. Well too bad, I still need to talk to her personally today anyway.

Thank you Ms Summers,

I need to talk to you personally about an important project today. If you have no plans for the lunch break, I will pick you up at 1pm.

Dean Arlington

With this I can make sure she eats and my mail should take any fear from her that I want to push her or something. Damn if things stay so complicated, I don't know how this is supposed to work in the long run.

Fine, lunch at 1pm is noted.

Kiara Summers

Very short answer, but at least I am getting what I want and she didn't even put up a fight. Is that a good or a bad thing? Stop thinking about this you idiot, she is simply your employee, the only thing you should be thinking about is, whether she works good and if she does what I expect from her.

Good work definitely, the latter no. Or is it a yes now? Come on get your act together, where's the guy who controls everything? Not even with Nadine did I ever think about things so much or lose control. And why the hell am I thinking about my ex and comparing the situation with an employee?

After thinking about the whole situation another while I finally get down to work. About high time, at this rate I'm not getting anything finished. At just before 1pm Gina knocks at my door to let me know, she booked the table for lunch as I had requested her to.

Quickly I finish off the sheet I was preparing for my meeting this afternoon, before walking over to the door I should be avoiding but can't right now. Trying to be polite for a change I even knock on the door, only seconds later Kiara opens it.

For a moment I am speechless, she is wearing a pale blue pencil dress, this is the tightest thing she has worn all week and it hugs her curves in all the right places. The pale blue definitely is her colour, building a beautiful contrast to her ginger hair. Jeez, stop gawking, this is exactly what I didn't want to do.

"So are we going down to the cantine?", she asks while fidgeting in her purse, thank god she has been doing that ever since she opend that door, perhaps she didn't catch me gawking this way.

"Sure as hell, I am not going to that disgusting place. Do you have any idea what for crap they serve there?" Ewww no way, even if it makes me sound like a spoiled brat right now, but that can't be called food. She chuckles and I give her a surprised look. "What?"

"Well I mean it's your company together with your father of course, but you are just down grading your own company if your cantine is so bad. If you were a decent boss you should do something about it instead of crying like a baby about it."

"Hey bitch, I am not crying about it. I'm only pointing things out", I retort trying to keep my face straight but can't hold back a little smirk about her tiny feisty remark and I'm enjoying the small banter.

"Oh back to bitch, are we? Well listen you cunt, I was only pointing out facts", and I see a little grin on her face too. So she hasn't quite given up fighting me, good. "So if it's not the cantine, where are we going then?", she asks while we step into the elevator.

"A tiny italian restaurant just around the corner, they serve the best pasta I've ever eaten. I think they actually make them themselves."

She doesn't reply anymore and I'm starting to wonder if I did anything wrong again. The air seems to be drawn out of this elevator with every second that passes. Both of us let out a heavy breath once stepping off the elevator on the groundfloor.

We walk in awkward silence to the restaurant, which is only five minutes away, but five minutes can stretch awfully long if things feel so awkward. Reaching the restaurant I don't need to mention my name, we are being directly guided to the booked table.

"How's your father Dean?", Mrs Russo inquiries with a soft smile while handing us the menu.

"He's fine, busy as always", although I don't smile sincerely very often, I give her one of those smiles back. We've been coming here for years, she basicly knows our whole family story and has always been ever so kind. She's one of the few people I have never bossed around.

As Kiara eyes me with a questioning look on her face I introduce them quickly. "Mrs Russo, this is my new creative director Ms Summers, Ms Summers this is Mrs Russo an old family friend."

"Pleased to meet you Mrs Russo, nice restaurant you have here", Kiara chimes while looking around as if it's the first time she's ever been in a restaurant.

"Thank you my dear, please call me Mia. Dean here forgets I hate being called Mrs Russo, it makes me feel so damn old."

Kiara chuckles about Mia's response, who has just had her 60th birthday last month. "Please call me Kiara, I don't like being called by my last name either." Well that's news. Perhaps it's because I'm her boss and she thinks it's unprofessional, then again everyone else calls me by my first name at work, maybe another thing I could change during the weekend.

After Mia has taken our drink orders, she leaves us and the silence is there again. Once I've cleared my throat I start speaking. "I'm sorry if I scared you last night. My behaviour wasn't very professional and as your boss I shouldn't have acted the way I did. You caught me off guard like you always do somehow", I let out a tiny laugh while rubbing the back off my neck, "anyway I'm sorry for scaring you."

"Don't worry I'm not the person to be scared so fast. Does this mean you're not going to boss me around anymore?", a smirk appears on her face.

My head drops back while I laugh out loud. "Hell, you really don't know me, do you? I keep everything under control and you can be sure as hell, that's not going to change. I just don't want you to think I am harassing you or something."

Her cheeks flush slightly but she still keeps her cool. "Well fine, be sure I'll be your living hell, as I'm not someone to be controlled." You already are Kiara, you just have no idea how much of a living hell you are to me. After Mia has brought our drinks and taken our orders, Kiara's eyes dart up to mine. "So you made up this important project to apologize to me?"

"No of course not, I only wanted that cleared first. I need you to fly with me to Dubai tomorrow until sunday. Do you have a passport?"

Her jaw drops to the ground and it takes her a few moments to recover. "Excuse me, what did you just say?", her voice full of disbelief.

"You heard me alright, I need you there. I have a very important but complicated business partner there. I've just been there a week ago unfortunately things aren't working out as I had planned. You are the best I have ever had for marketing and the way you could convince me with your facts the other day, that's what I need in Dubai. Usually I'm good in talking with my business partners, but this one is hard and you have a different point of view at things and could really help me there."

Her eyes are torn wide open and I'm not sure if she is even breathing. "Could you please breathe and say something", I plead. Wait what? I am pleading? How the hell did that happen? Ok I can't let her die, due to suffocating.

She snaps out of it. "Mr Arlington, did I just hear you say the word please?", she teases.

Huffing I reply. "If I had demanded for you to breathe, your stubborn ass would have died just to prove a point, I couldn't let that happen."

"Oh seems like you are starting to understand the way I work. Improvement Mr Arlington", she taunts and we get interrupted by Mia bringing our food.

"Well down to business, you said you'd obey me there, so answer my question."

"I see, back to Dom Arlington wanting me to obey. What's the punishment if I don't?", what the fuck did she just say? I can't help but feel a twitch in my pants at her words. Not that I am into that, well not that I know. Although images of smacking her ass flash through my mind right now and the boner is completely there. Damn what the hell? Before I can think any further I see how pale she has gone and her hands clasp across her mouth, shock evident on her face. "I'm so sorry, that wasn't a very professional thing to say. This is not my normal behaviour, you have to believe me."

Kiara so out of place, amuses me. "You mean you would never disobey and you would usually keep your mouth shut?"

"Hell no, of course I would disobey and keeping my mouth shut is impossible. You out of all people should know that by now", oh yes, I sure do and it drives me insane, "I would just never say something which could be sexualized."

"Well I guess we both apologized today then, we are quit. Now about Dubai, can I count on you? I would have Gina arange everything for you this afternoon."

"Ehm yea, I guess. But are you sure I'm the right one for this? I mean beginning of the week you didn't even think I deserved this job at all", disbelief is still evident on her face.

"I wouldn't ask, if I wasn't sure. You are the right one for this, I just need to know if you are willing to come along and if it fits into your personal schedule. I mean I do understand this is very short notice. I'd have you picked up early in the morning as the flight takes about six and a half hours."

"Well I guess that's an opportunity you don't say no to. So yes, I'll join you, but I can drive by myself."

"Nope that's not negotiable, give me your address and the driver will be waiting for you at 7am in front of your door."

"7am are you fucking kidding me? That means getting up at 6am, who gets up at that time without dying?", her voice is over dramatic while she pouts at the same time.

I can't believe this stubborn, feisty girl is pouting right now making me laugh out loud again.

"Matter of fact, I get up by the latest at that time every morning."

"You should seriously have your mental health checked. I think there is something not quite right up there", she states while shoving the first fork of her pasta with double cheese, bacon, pees and a cream filling in her mouth. Just as a chuckle leaves my mouth about her statement a soft moan escapes her mouth. "Oh my god, when I die, I want to die while eating this pasta. Maybe choked to death by the most awesome pasta would be a good remark in my death certificate."

This girl is really unique, she says exactly what she thinks and it can be quite witty. It's something only very few people do. If she reacts to the food here like this, I'm curious to see what happens when we are in Dubai. The way she ate the chineese noodles the other day was already amazing.

While eating my spinache lasagne, I can't help but take a look at her every few minutes. This is going to be a damn long weekend.

To distract myself and fill the silence I try and start somekind of conversation. "I'll have Gina provide you with all the information that you need for the weekend. Do you want to ask me anything about the weekend?"

A concerned look is taking over her face a slight frown appears and she starts biting that wonderful bottom lip, which I'm not even allowed to think about. "Spill, ask me whatever you want. And just in case you are worried, no you do not have to share a room with me."

"Ehmmm no that wasn't exactly on my mind, I would have kicked your balls if you would have presumed I would share a room with you anyway. No, it's something stupid really. What do I wear? Because my wardrobe isn't exactly exclusive or even full, sorry it's a little embarrassing", for the first time since I've met her something vulnerable flashes up on her face but disappears just as quickly as it came. So she is hiding emotions and is obviously well trained in it.

"Don't worry about it, pack something like you were wearing this week at work and I hope you don't get this wrong, but you should pack a bikini in too." Oh god, hopefully she doesn't think this is somekind of cheap move I'm doing on her. After what she just said, I will simply provide her with the right clothing, she doesn't need to worry about that. Even if I know she will hate me for it.

"A bikini?", her face drops, knew that wouldn't sit right with her.

"Well it's Dubai, it's hot. It's May now, the temperature there at the moment lies by about 35-38 degrees Celsius and we are coming from 15 degrees here. Our hotel provides a huge pool and I'm sure in your free time you would like to take a refreshment in it. Or do you despise pools?"

"Will you be going into the pool too?"

"Sure, I swim every day anyway. But if it makes you feel any easier, we could arange for me not to be there at the same time." Even if I would love to see that figure in a bikini.

She gulps. "I'll think about it."

"Fine."

We've stretched our lunch break a little, but it was definitely worth it and seeing as I'm the boss and have another half an hour until my next meeting, I couldn't care less. Besides Kiara has gone way over her hours this week too, partially without break, so this is fine.

Before heading for my meeting I instruct Gina on all the things to organize. And pop my head once more into Kiara's office.

"Everything is being taken care of, so you only need to move your ass out of bed tomorrow morning. Be ready to be picked up at seven." Sweet little ass was on my tongue, but I could keep it back just in time.

"Yes Sir, and you be ready to have an awfully mooded girl on the plane. You might want to book at the other end of the plane as I am going to be unbearable."

"Nothing new", I state and close the door quickly before she can fire back.

To be honest that was half a lie, as much as she drives me insane, I think it's exactly that thing about her which makes her so interesting to me. My mood has definitely picked up since this morning.

A/N: Ok, I know we are going at a slow pace, but I want this story to build up. And within these 5 chapters I think we have come quite far, from hating each other, to an attraction both of them are fighting. So I hope you aren't too bored.

As we need to share the laptop, I'm mainly writing during the night. Currently it's 3am. I just hope writing at this time of day isn't killing the story.

Love ya all lots! Thanks for reading and please, please don't forget to vote and comment.