Amelia

The rainy morning painted this city in gray tones, and the blurred colors seemed to pour over each other, creating an abstract work on the city's canvas.

Looking out the window, I followed the drops of water, that seemed to be racing, each rushing towards its random goal.

The taxi driver was in a good mood, a opposite to such a gloomy day, humming the melody of some song that probably didn't come out of his head.

If the thoughts in my head had a melody, their notes would be called by his name. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get him out of my head. And the more I tried not to think about him, the stronger my urge was and the clearer his image would be.

He was carved in front of my eyes. Both open and close. His smug face and eyes fixed on my every move like the eyes of a hawk stalking its next prey. His chiseled body, absolutely devastating to my psyche.

After I paid for the ride, I ran into the company, expertly but unsuccessfully escaping the relentless rain.

I almost bumped into Gabriel in the hallway, trying to brush wet strands of hair from my face.

"Am, the meeting with the banking group starts in 10 minutes. Hurry up."

"Just let me get ready and here I am. Don't worry."

We exchanged words on the fly and in a hurry. I rushed into the office, quickly removing my jacket and unbuttoning a couple of buttons on my shirt, moving my wet hair that stuck to it.

I almost froze and jumped when my chair turned and Sebastian was already comfortably seated in it. Like always, he seemed like he jumped from one of the pages of the spicy books I am reading.

"You scared the hell out of me! What are you doing here?"

He was unfazed by my hostile tone, but was rather amused by everything that had to do with driving me crazy.

His wandering gaze left burning spots on my body, looking at me lustfully. His Adam's apple would bulge every time he swallowed, and the veins on his neck would become prominent. I don't know why, but that turned me on. He kept his gaze on my wet shirt, his pink lips half open and inviting.

"Let me tell you something. . ."

He clenched his palms together into fist and leaned back deeper in my chair. He tilted his head slightly to the side and continued.

"I thought about what you said."

"So you were thinking about me after all."

I said it as an obvious statement.
Wanting to break the spell he had put me under I continued to do what I really wanted to do. I shook my hair with my hands to dry it a little. Then I intentinally sat on the edge of the table opposite him.

"As much as I hate to admit it, I have to say that I did."

He said bluntly, checking out my legs that were right in front of him. I wanted to play his game, even though every shred of reason in me told me the exact opposite.

"Think of it as involuntary thoughts. Ones that occupy me against my will."

I deliberately crossed my legs slightly and slowly began to lean towards him, feeling the cold drops of the remaining rainwater flowing down the valley between my chest. His lustful eyes were aimed at my cleavage and he almost painfully dragged them along the skin of my neck to eventually look me straight in the eyes.

"I think I was clear when I said that you are just a business for me and that I have nothing else to talk about with you that isn't related to work."

My lips were moving and saying the words, but the only thing they wanted to do was to meet his. I think that subconsciously I wanted to bring him to the point of breaking and make him do what he persistently claims he doesn't want but actually craves. To kiss me.

"Oh Miss Sammers. I've been thinking about how much you love your job. And if you consider me your business, it means that this relationship with me is giving you pleasure. So about that . . ."

His voice was measured, commanding. He got up from his chair and crossed the table, dragging his fingers across the wooden surface, stopping right in front of me. With the tips of his fingers, he almost imperceptibly moved over my knees, and then he embraced and squeezed them more tightly only to slowly separate my legs. That got me suprised.

"You're absolutely right. This is infact a business pleasure and don't worry about talking about things not related to work- because there won't be any talking."

"You think too highly of yourself if you think that you are capable of giving me any pleasure."

His presence was almost unbearable. His proximity was painful and densely woven, making the air around us hard to breathe. Although outwardly calm and composed, my body was a restless sea fighting against its own waves, which were swallowing themselves one after another, turning, dying and being born again.

"Don't test the limits I'm ready to go to because limits are something I don't know."

He threatened me quietly and determined, sure that his every word was making a whirlwind in my ears, visibly irritated by my insolent behavior.

"Now I'm going to ask you to get out of my office so I can cry like a little girl, scared by your dire threats."

I answered him mockingly, looking straight into his eyes, which seemed to be calling my name.

Silence. A few seconds passed like an eternity. A sly smirk appeared on his face. He slowly approached me, closing the very small distance between us. His breath swirled around the shell of my ear, making me shiver coldly.

"Oh, be sure you'll cry. But not when I leave the room, but while I'm in it. You'll cry on my ear. Like big girls do. Your cry will be hoarse and pleading. It will be your prayer, your ticket to heaven. And trust me... You won't want to come down from those heights."

His every word was calm and precise. He leaned in slightly, looking straight into my eyes, slowly lowering his gaze to my lips.

I already subconsciously started to close my eyes, his hot breath caressing my face.

His palms slid lightly up my thighs, and his grip grew stronger. Adrenaline pumped through my veins and a painful shiver rumbled through my body. Every void of mine was filled with desire and some unknown longing. I didn't understand myself, but it didn't even matter to me, because this electrifying attraction fed all the intrusive thoughts that ever existed in me. I didn't understand, but I didn't have to either. I felt it.

His lips imperceptibly touched mine, their silky feel made me warm, making me addicted. He tortured me and I liked it. He was torturing me and I was begging him to.

Our panting breaths collided and just as I was about to seal our lips, the door was forcefully opened and Gabriel's voice was heard.

"Amelia, the bankers are getting impatient, are you co-"

Sebastian didn't even move, unfazed by Gabriel's presence, while I jumped off the table as if burnt.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Of course not. Please apologize to them on my behalf, I'll be there in a minute."

Sebastian turned and buttoned his jacket nonchalantly.

"I'm done here anyway. I'm going to accounting for the documents."

He passed between me and Gabriel and left the office as if nothing ever happened. Gabriel gave me a questioning look and I just shook my head tellihim him short.

"Let's go."

The meeting lasted less than 20 minutes, after which I took the papers that I needed to take to the court,successfully avoiding Gabriel's prying eyes and the opportunity to ask me for an explanation of the situation he ran into.

Waiting outside for a taxi, a little further from the building, my head was burning with thoughts and my heart, like the most fugitive traitor, had not yet managed to calm down.
I was deprived of a kiss, and that thought tormented me more than the fact that I even wanted to kiss him. And I wanted much more than just a kiss.

"You seem upset."

He said smirking and standing next to me. My tiny body was getting lost under his much bigger one. I felt that I was running out of air, feeling all hot and flustered.

Just as I turned to answer him, the last thing I remember is a black jeep passing not far from us and an open window.
Shiny metal.
A loud gunshot.
The feeling of warmth on my body.
Darkness.
While the torrent in my thoughts slowly began to die down.