We are quietly steering in the rain heading home after a long but fabulous day. We were so engaged in chit-chatting and watching movies that we lost count of time. It was only past ten that we decided to say goodbye. Unfortunately, the kids had fallen asleep, and the rain was pouring like hell. It still is. It took Rita and her husband a lot of persuading to get Andy to agree to leave his daughter with them for the night. The guy went berserk at their proposal at first. I even thought they were unnecessarily squandering their energy and time, but eventually, his paternal humour won over his stubbornness, and he finally gave in albeit unwillingly. We are still at odds with this niggar, but I nonetheless am pleased that he did what was adequate for Angel. I mean, I personally am shuddering just at the sheer notion of the cold outside, so what more a little girl like Angel? It wasn't worth the trouble, especially if it entailed disturbing her sleep. So here we are now, permeating our gate, silence being the only pitch in this limo. Nobody has chattered to the other, because I intend to follow his order in the morning. If there is one thing that my parents taught me well, was that respect is paramount. I will honour his wishes and commands to ensure a smooth and benign working environment for me. He parks the car, but we find ourselves just staring at the rain outside. It's so heavy, and there is no sign of it stopping any time soon. Jeez! There was no sign of it in the morning, that's why I did not bother crying a sweater. And now, here I am, in my sleeveless sky-blue dress. I squirm, rubbing my arms, and cursing myself for being stupidly overconfident. I should have carried one for any emergencies. "Doesn't look like it's gonna stop soon. Here, wear this." This man beside me says, offering me his black leather jacket which I don't accept. I am not even considering accepting it. I won't die for walking in rain for a few seconds. "Thank you, but I am okay. Let's just go." I say, and grab my phone, waiting for him to unlock the door so that can I jump out quickly. Seeing him beside me like this with nothing to distract me is accelerating my fury. I feel like my face is double its size due to this burning anger I am feeling. I am afraid if we spend another minute in this damn car I will explode. "Can you put your stubbornness aside for once? Do you want to get sick or what?" He fires, tearing me with his gaze. "Don't you worry, boss! Even if I get sick, I will still perform my duties as your maid." "And you think that's all I care about? Your fucking duties?" "What else do you care about, huh? What?" "I... I am not in the mood to argue. It's an order from your boss. So, my maid, wear this, NOW!" I feel like killing him right now. I don't know whether it is because of how he is talking to me, or the domineering despotic tone of his voice, or is it the hostility in his eyes because it seems like he has murdered me ten times in his mind. Sorry but, trash that respect shit for now. This jerk is being too much. "You can not order me to do that. It's my choice to wear anything I want. You don't pay me for how I dress, right?" "Stop being childish and do as I say, Tania Lawson!" "Childish? You think this is childish?" Now, this hurts me more than anything he has done so far, but I am not going to cry. At least not in front of him. I need to show him the strong Tania Lawson. "Okay." He says, lifting his two hands for surrender. He then whirls and unlocks the door on his side, gets out and stands in the rain, closing the door and leaning on it. I try to open mine but it's locked. I turn to his unpleasantly handsome face peeking through the open window on his side. "Five seconds! You either wear that jacket or I lock you up in this car the whole night, or at least, until the rain stops." Silly jerk! Annoying autocratic idiot! Commanding bastard! Despotic egotistical fool! What else haven't called him? Yeah, add, ugly monkey, but don't hold me accountable for that. After minutes of mental profanity utterances, I have no choice but to grab the stupid shit of a jacket and wear it angrily. "Done!" "Was it so arduous that I had to get soaked wet out here before you can do it?" He fumes through the curtain of water dripping down his face. He is actually wet! His grey T-shirt is hugging his biceps tightly, and his face, Oh, my! Serves him right for being a dick in the ass! He unlocks my door and I step out, putting one hand above my head to try and cover my hair which is a laughable nonsensical nonsense because it's not helping. Anyhow, we run through the rain to the door. We halt at the door and stand still, glaring at each other like two angry lions. I am waiting for him to open the door and he is just staring at me like... What's with this guy today, huh? Did he gamble with the devil to irritate me to the core or what? "Didn't you get the key?" The nerve of him! "I didn't." I bark, the fact of him being my boss escaping my mind for a flash. "Fucking shit!" He curses, matching in the rain once again to get the key. He is becoming a dirty-mouthed jerk and I don't know why. I didn't know this dark side of him. He returns with the key and we get in, not saying a word to each other. I take off his jacket, and I was about to hand it to him when he speaks, catching my attention. "See how fucking wet I am? It's all your fault!" He says as he throws his phones on the couch. My fault? "Oh? And how is it my fucking fault?" I query, throwing his wet jacket on the couch. "Watch your mouth!" Ooh, see who is roaring! Isn't this the language he is so in love with today? It started this morning with that ass shit, and he has enjoyed it throughout the day. Why is it an abomination if I use the same language on him? "Why? Are you the only one around here permitted to talk dirty?" "Well, you can, if you want. Just be ready for the consequences." And who on earth can understand this incoherent camouflaging jerk? What is so serene in what he just said that made his eyes melt with a weird aggravating smirk like this? "And what damn consequences are those?" He stares at me like I am the most dumbest person on earth, and at this juncture, I don't think I am interested in what has to come out of his mouth. "Never mind. I am not interested to know." I turn to go to the kitchen. Coffee will be a good remedy for this cold and this weird mood we have been in throughout the day. Before I could completely turn my back on him, he grabs me by the waist with one hand, and forcefully turns me to him, my chest colliding hard with his, and he wraps his other arm around my shoulders, caging me to him. "It's one thing for me to speak all the dirt I want, but it's another different thing for you to go all dirty on me. You get that?" Everything stands still - the clock stops ticking, all the fury I was feeling a while ago for this guy fades away, and the stars in the sky align to witness this beautiful and peaceful domineering moment. I feel like I have been born again in his sweet strong arms. I feel so warm despite the cold surrounding us. He leans in closer to my face, closing the gap between our faces, feeding me his rich scented pheromones. Despite the heat burning my face, I force my eyes to look into his dark brown ones seductively staring at my lips. I swallow hard as my lips part willingly with desire - desire for this man. The sensation of his hand taking a slow soothing stroll up and down my back is like a seducing lullaby, and I give in to its irresistible magic. As he leans closer, brushing his tempting sugar lips on my trembling destitute ones, I shut my eyes, summoning my sixth sense. This... This is all so beautifully coaxing, but it's so wrong. He is angry at me, and I should be mad at him. This is the anger driving him, and I have to stop it. I try to move away, to run away from this sin-screaming madness, but I am strongly glued to him. I try to push him away, but he is like a stone - strong and unmoving. He is not even shaken by my pushes. "Andy!" I whisper, but I doubt he can even hear me, because his hands are all over my back now, still managing to keep me pressed to him. I try to pull my face away from him, but I am like a spark, pulling me towards myself every side I turn. "Andy! Andy!" I manage to push my hands up to his face, cupping him, shaking the demons off his head. "Andy, please! Let's stop this!" His hands drop from my back, and they stop at my waist, unmoving. His eyes bore deep into mine. They look so dark, with a bit of redness in them. I want to get lost in them for a second, but something hard brushes my belly. "You are..." I stop. What I want to say can not come out of my mouth. The bulge down there says it all. "Aroused?" He finishes the sentence for me, his eyes not leaving mine. I blink a couple of times. My boss is aroused because of me! How am I supposed to feel about it? Should I jump right to cloud nine? "I told you the other day that I am a man, Tania. This is meant to happen whenever a man gets this close to a woman." He still is scanning my eyes, his voice hoarse. I bet my face looks like a tomato now after his confession. I slightly nod my head, hoping we could just break away now, but instead, he closes his eyes for a moment, and then opens them, breathing a heavy sigh. "Go get me coffee please before things get out of control." He says after ages of staring. He let go of me, and takes three steps back, putting his hands in the pockets of his grey khaki pants without turning. Before I can turn in the direction of the kitchen, my eyes make a grave mistake of looking at the place where I felt the tent in his body, and, Holy Molly! Gracious Lord! I can't move my eyes anymore. Someone remind me how to breathe and blink. The sight is so eye-catching and breathtaking. I'm shamelessly glued to that same spot. Oh, my! Isn't he feeling pain given the way it's protruding? I mean... "Do you like the sight that much, or are you tempting me again?" If he did not speak, I would have spent the entire night looking at it. Gosh! "Aaahh... are you sure are okay? It's... not... painful?" I idiotically point at his manhood. "No. But it will be if you don't stop glaring at it the way you are doing." Shit! The way he is answering with a smirk on his face makes me feel like a dumbass. I mean, does this thing hurt when it's erect like this? "Forget about this beast of mine, and go before I lose it, Ania." He warns, but I don't know the kind of magic that is controlling me because I don't move an inch. "Will a kiss at least help calm that beast?" I parrot, "It will take more than just a kiss to calm it down." He says after a long silence, taking slow suggestive steps back to me, and I begin to shiver. His eyes have that look again. That look of deepest desire. That look of lust? I would want to help, but not sex. No. Not sex. "It won't get there, I promise." He softly says, as if reading my mind. Now that got me confused and curious. It won't get to sex? But still, it's along that road? What if it gets there? No. I would like to help you, Andy, but what if... "Trust me, it won't get there. And if you feel like I'm going too far and you want me to stop, just say the word, and I will oblige." He cups my face, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs, drawing me back to hear again. "Please." His plea melted down all my guards, and the next thing I know, I have my hands draped around his neck, and he wastes no time crashing his lips on mine, and I can't help but take the glory of his savage kisses and melt in his embrace. We kiss, and kiss, standing on the same spot for some time, and then he sweeps me off the ground and carries me to his room. Positioning me gently on his king-sized bed, he flaps on top of me, our tongues exploring every corner of our mouths, our hands rummaging our bodies. I don't know where this is headed to, but I trust him, and as ridiculous as it sounds, I want to taste this sin and savour its taste. Without fears, or worries, or doubts, I allow him to take me into the world of pleasure. The world of righteous sin and dark desires. A world I have never been into, but I am diving into it wholeheartedly. Whether I drown in it, I don't mind, as long as I am with Andy. As long as this is how sweet sin tastes, I want to sin forever, with my Andy.