Chapter 6

Alessia's POV

I woke up to the sound of the alarm. "Ugh," I groaned. "So much for getting paid."

If I was in the Olympics, I would be the fastest person to ever get ready.

When I got to the dining room, the twins already had breakfast. Ella was a sweetheart and dished my plate. I sat down, eating my plate of waffles.

I was almost done with my food when I glanced at my watch. "Oh lord," I muttered and ate the last waffle.

Kissing the kids goodbye, I ran out of the house and made a mental note to register them in a new school before next week.

The moment I arrived at the company, I felt instant regret. I hated that the universe was so unkind to send Dominic back to me and, worse, as my boss. Why in God's name did he have to be that?

I walked to my office, happy I didn't meet him, and my jaw nearly dropped when I looked at the transparent door, and there he was, sitting in his office reading a script.

Whose bright idea was it to make the doors transparent?

My throat itched as I stared at him. His side frame was a perfect art. As he loosened his tie, I gulped and then he turned, catching my gaze. His strong piercing gray eyes pulled my soul.

I almost died of embarrassment when he smirked, and I looked away. He definitely knew which buttons to push.

Idiot!

I tried to concentrate at work, secretly stealing glances to see if he was still watching me as my cheek turned bright red.

He smiled when I met his eyes and I wished there was some way I could make the door less transparent. I gave up, sighing and pretended to work on my computer. He must have given up, because when I looked up again, he was working on some papers.

Then came the mails, I smiled finally had some work to do. They were easy at first and all I had to do was routine checks.

For the rest of my work time, I made a list of items the twin would need for school and did some research, picking only the ten best schools close within the area.

By the time I was done, it was past 6pm and I had to go home. I logged out of my computer, grabbed my purse and left the office. Dominic was still working on his computer.

Perfect.

I took a deep breath, took out a candy from my purse and chewed before stepping into the elevator.

The doors closed shut and surprisingly opened again. "What the..." I muttered and kept quiet when I noticed Dominic.

Ugh, Lord give me strength. Why did he have to use this elevator?

I gave my best fake smile and pretended he didn't exist. His cologne drifted towards me. I took a peek at his face once more.

The elevator's door closed and I felt the air start to suffocate me.

Alessia, what the hell are you doing? You're supposed to hate him. Look away. Now!

"Are you done staring?" Dominic asked.

Oh, crap! He caught me.

He turned his gaze to me. "This is much better."

"I wasn't looking," I defended.

"Hmm, doesn't seem like it," he answered.

I looked away and began counting the numbers on the elevator top. "You're awfully quiet, today," he said, turning to me.

I looked at him confused wondering what he was thinking.

"Huh?" The words escaped my mouth. "Oh, I am in a rush to go home, plus I have some work I have to finish when I get home."

"Do you always avoid confrontation, or is it just around me?" He asked.

What the hell was he talking about about now? Has he gone mad?

I turned to glare at him, and the elevator jolted, making me lose my balance.

He caught me in time before I fell, holding my waist. I blinked, finding it hard to stop looking into his eyes. They were so bold.

My heartbeat rose and I tried to catch my breath. "Uhh," I muttered and gently got out of his grip. The elevator shook again and this time, I crashed into his chest.

He held me tight, and I tried to wriggle free. "Um, thanks. You can let go now." I moved, but he didn't budge. What was he doing?

"Dominic," I called softly.

His hand lingered, holding my waist so I couldn't move.

His fingers brushed against my hip as he leaned closer. His warm breath touched my face. I tried to move away, but it only brought me closer.

"Let me go, Dominic. It's not funny," I said, my voice trembling. "What are you scared of, Alessia?" He asked.

"I'm not scared of anything. Now, take your stupid hands off me before I break them!" I shot back.

"Oh, really. I'll like to see you try," he replied calmly.

I swallowed, looking away as I tried to free myself. How strong was he?

I should have picked another elevator. Damn this man! Damn his stupid elevator! Damn his touch! Damn his...oh no. What's he doing?

I felt his hand move downward, touching the side of my lap. His fingers traced my upper thighs and I quivered.

This can't be happening! Scream, do something, goddamn it! Alessia, move your body now!

"Dom...Dominic," I stuttered, speechless.

The elevator rumbled again, and I screamed. It shook violently and the lights began to flicker. He held me tight, keeping me still even when the lights went off.

I started to panic, my breathing harsh. I hated being locked in tight spaces. He noticed and calmly moved his hand on my hair.

"It's okay," he said calmly. "I've got you."

I clutched my hands at his chest, trying to steady my breathing. His warm body soothed me.

The elevator finally stopped shaking, and the light came on. None of us moved. I had gotten control of my breathing. I wouldn't want someone to see us like this.

"You can let go now," I said.

He looked down at me, his lips curling into a smirk. His eyes dropped to my lips. "Can I? He asked, his deep voice making my legs wobble.

"You're impossible," I murmured, shoving him away. I stepped back, reaching the wall of the elevator, but he followed by caging me in his arms.

"Impossible?" He repeated, sounding amused. "I think you mean irresistible."

I rolled my eyes, scoffing at his stupidity. "You're not only a jerk, but a chronic harasser. Get the hell away from me!"

He smiled, and moved away. One of the buttons on the elevator shone and the elevator opened. Before I could reach for it, Dominic pressed another button closing the door.

"Are you insane?" I asked.

"We're going down, not midway," he answered.

"I don't care. I want to get out of this damn elevator!" I yelled.