Please

Pale white skin.

Dull Blue Eyes.

Unwanted curves.

Flat Brown hair.

That's all I see when I enter my bathroom, a reminder of my past.

I sigh and get in the shower. The warm water flows down my body and immediately relaxes my tense temples. I breathe in content, almost forgetting that I had a job to get to.

Almost.

But I just couldn't forget the face of my incredibly handsome, but a pig-headed boss.

Dante Wright.

His eyes we're stunning electric and I felt waves pass through me when he looked at me. He was tall as a giant with pearly white teeth and flawless white skin. His hair was jet black and always combed neatly to the side since the sides were shaved. His jawline was sharp and could slice bread, to be honest. He was the image of perfection. His personality though, eh, not so much.

Which reminds me why I have to get out of the shower.

I quickly step out of my shower and into my bedroom. It was a pretty in pink bedroom.

Which I hated.

I preferred the color Black, or Grey, maybe white but not pink, however, I had to deal with it because crazy landlady over somewhere decided that no one could change it and-

O my lord it's 8:15.

I have 15 minutes to dress and get to work or else I'd be late and won't hear the last of it from my boss.

I'm finally here, in my office! I made -

"Twenty minutes late Ms. Williams." That annoying voice says as I open my office door. I roll my eyes internally but answer nevertheless.

"Sorry, Mr. Wright. It won't happen again."

"Yes. I do hope so and I see your attire hasn't changed." He comments distastefully looking me up and down. "Still lovely as always." Notice the sarcasm.

See what I mean.

Pig.

I look down at my outfit. Simple white shirt. Black ripped jeans.

I go around doing surveys and writing bills for Lord's sake. I barely even stay in this office. I look at him sitting in my chair with his legs up and I stare at his face blankly.

"As explained many times Sir. I do surveys. As in, I go outside, walk around, and interact with people. My feet will hurt if I wear heels and If you haven't noticed tight skirts and tight blouses aren't really my thing. Now if you could kindly move so I could get back to work... I would appreciate it." I snap and for a moment he looks stunned but in a flash, I'm pinned to the wall his hand tight on my waist.

"Listen to me well Ms.Williams, you won't speak to me like that, Ever. " He falls quiet, his eyes piercing into mine as I am not at a loss for words. "Next time there will be consequences. Am I clear?" He says looking at me. Our faces only inches apart and I can feel his breath fan against my face making me dizzy.

"Ye-Yes" I stutter pathetically.

"Yes, Who?" His grip tightens on my waist.

"Yes Mr.W-wright" He smirks and removes his hands and I immediately miss his warmth.

Stop it!

"Good girl." He then leaves the room without another word.

What in the world just happened?