Realization of True Self

"No, that's too cruel," she replied, her face reflecting a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

"I understand. You can leave now. I won't fire you anymore," I said, patting her head. Slowly, I touched her ears, attempting to remind her of the satisfaction my touch could bring.

Her face started turning red with just my touch alone. Coupled with my soothing voice, she seemed to realize that I was the perfect alpha male. Subconsciously, she might have been thinking that she wouldn't be able to find another man as good as me. 

In her mind, I was like a needle in the beach – the rare 0.0000000001% of man in the world, both now and in the future. At least, that's the narrative I'd like to believe. 

'I'm getting crazier,' I mused to myself. I couldn't believe I was actually enjoying this. Was it the effect of gaining too much power, or am I just twisted from the very beginning?