Chapter 4: Phone Rules and Drama

Should I check for any spider bite on me? When I watched Spider-Man, that what caused for the hero to have extraordinary senses and abilities. And as of now, as his scent illegally invades me, as I was staring on his very much familiar eyes, I felt like some of my senses were upgrading the same way. I could hear my blood rushing inside my head like how the hero hears trouble and danger miles away from him.

And I was so sure that I could smell, see, and hear trouble and danger radiating off of him. And one wrong move, I would probably taste and even feel that danger right on me.

My eyes instantly fell from his eyes down to his lips. They looked so much like my favorite chocolate with almonds begging to be devoured and melt on my mouth. A shiver crawled up and down my spine at the thought.

"Breathe, darling", his lips moved and his voice caressed me softly. With a last lingering smirk, he slowly stepped out of my personal space and it was the only time that I noticed how I was holding the air inside of me.

He begun to walk towards his table. I was left astounded on my spot and mentally slapped myself from the stupid reaction I let slip out of me. I was so sure that he was happily mocking me inside his head at the moment. The way he arrogantly settled on his throne like a king as a smug look on his face assured me of it.

"Aren't you going to sit down? Let's get to work, shall we?", he was definitely making fun of me and I've wanted nothing but shout at his face and wipe that handsome smiling face.

Wait. Did I say 'handsome'?

Exhaling in frustration, I stalked over to the my own table a few steps away from his.

I started filing the documents he would be needing for the next conference two days from now and the papers he needed to review.

The room fell silent and I was thinking if the time was unusually running slow. The clock was also ticking louder and...

A beep from my phone stopped my train of thoughts. I quickly unlocked the screen and I saw my friend Antonio sending me silly texts and reminding me of our plans for tonight.

As I was trying to type my answer to him, I felt the heavy change of temperature in the room and a smoldering feeling of someone watching me. Not long after, a hovering shadow cascaded on me and my boss was standing right beside me. I looked up at him and saw how emotionless his face was but his eyes were telling me differently.

I could probably see a storm brewing in them.

"Phone, please", his teeth gritted in each word.

I stared at him in disbelief.

"What?", I asked in case I heard him wrong.

His jaw ticked spreading his hand in front of me and said, "Give me your phone. I strictly prohibit using personal phones during work"

What the!

"Are you serious, sir?", I couldn't even help but raise my tone a little bit hearing another stupid thing from him.

"Do I look like not serious to you, Alice?"

"May I say my point in h---"

"Your. Phone."

I ground my teeth inside my mouth.

"As you can see, Sir, I have contacts in here that are very relevant to my work. I am not using this for personal things during work", I defended, well, more like lied but just some of it, okay? I really have contacts in here that are very much work related.

"Really?"

"Yes, Sir, really"

"Then can I see it, now?"

"I believe that's stepping in my privacy, sir"

"What's the problem? I'm just going to check if you really are just using that 'phone' for the sake of your job."

"Because you are being ridiculous, sir. Sorry to disrespect you but your idea is too childish. We are not in high school and you are definitely not a professor confiscating my phone during class"

He raised a brow.

"Just give me the damn phone, Alice", and without waiting for me to give it to him willingly, he snatched it from my hands.

"Give it back!", I tried to reach for it but he was so damn tall and he had those damn delicious long arms.

"So is going to club after work tonight part of your job? Who the hell is Antonio?", he asked. His eyes were challenging mine. I bit my lower lip trying to find the right word to tell him this was just the only time I did but God knows that's just another lie.

"Okay. I lied , sir. Can I have my phone back now?", a glint of amusement flashed across his face but he made no move to let me have my baby back.

He scoffed annoyingly.

"You really are... something. Texting a guy during your work? In my presence? You really need some lessons, Miss and I would be so willing to give you one", he put my phone on his pocket that had me staring at him in another disbelief.

"What are you doing? I have to call the board members for the conference---"

"We have company phones. Use them", he turn on his heels.

"The numbers are in my list on my ph---"

I was about to stomped in front of him when he spun around, walked back at me and slammed his hand on my table.

"Then use my fucking phone! I have everyone's number there. I even have folders for each", the anger that was bubbling in him made me swallowed hard.

"But that's my person--"

"I don't care"

Something stabbed in me when his words left his mouth.

They sounded the same. Years past but the way he said those words sounded the same. I felt my lip trembled and his expression softened like there was something slapping him back to his senses.

He stood straight and sighed heavily running his fingers on his hair.

"I'll give it back before you go home, okay? Just...", he closed his eyes for a moment.

"I just need your attention here. All of it, please"

Nodding my head, I watched him as the familiar pain slowly flow through my veins.

"Please, I'm sorry. I just... I...", his heavy and quick steps led him out of the room leaving me alone in his office.

How can we work together with all these drama?